I smashed the CP of me and the villain school grass

200 million!

Is this kid a fool with a lot of money?

For an order of 200 million, there is a commission of 10.

How many piggies are enough to buy back to raise!

Aunt Zhang rolled her eyes, leaned over to the cash register and said, "I've been doing the counting for so long just now, how can I get half of the commission?"

"Aunt Zhang, this is the customer's name for Tianqi."

Seeing that the store manager refused to let go, she pointed the finger at Yong Tianqi who was a bit weak. "Hey, I was involved in tallying just now, and I have to give half of the commission."

The thick skin of this aunt is really unprecedented.

Song Zuan said coldly: "If you insist on this commission, then I won't buy it."

"Hey don't!" The store manager doesn't want to lose this once-in-a-lifetime big order.

She is still waiting to use this order to claim credit for a promotion.

"I must count it all in Tianqi's performance. Also, Aunt Zhang, you won't come to work tomorrow. Our store is too small to accommodate a big Buddha like you."

Aunt Zhang's face instantly showed the unique colorful changes in the novel.

Song Zu'an thought about it with his toes, and he knew that there would be three parts of jealousy, three parts of anger, and four parts of remorse in Auntie's eyes.

Song Zu'an: "Then I will leave first, and I will send you an address to send clothes to you in a few days."

He turned around and went out the door. After a long day, he was really sleepy.

Chasing him out with Tianqi, he asked timidly, "That... your benefactor, what's your name?"

"My name is Red Scarf!" The words almost blurted out, but Song Zu'an choked back.

He answered without turning his head like a movie hero: "Song Zu'an."

Then it disappeared in the dark.

-

Sunday……

Song Zu'an went to the barber shop to trim his messy hair that could cover half of his face.

"Sure enough, not everyone can control the hairstyle of idol Yonezu Kenshi."

He had a cropped cut of the same style as Binggege's. Without the cover of his hair, the air was much fresher.

Monday……

Department of Mathematics, Sunshine University.

"Hey, have you heard? A handsome guy has been transferred to the school recently."

"I haven't heard of it, what grade are you in?"

"It seems to be our freshman. All I know is that handsome guy has a clean cut."

"I saw it at the school gate, and I will show it to you later."

……

Early on Monday morning, the freshman department began to spread rumors about a handsome transfer student.

From the moment Song Zu'an stepped into the school gate, he noticed the strange eyes of the people around him.

he thought to himself—

"As expected of me, am I already so handsome that both people and gods are angry? Isn't Jiang going to be pissed off?"

He walked straight into the class with his head held high.

Those students who had never seen the world by sitting on a tree and looking at the sky really started whispering again.

"Wow, is this transfer student from our class?"

"I can do it again, there is another male god in our class."

"Hey, why is he sitting in Song Zuan's place? I'm going to remind him not to dirty his ass."

Seeing such a handsome man sitting next to her, Ye Lusu blushed instantly.

Sun Zi came forward to say hello with a flattering face: "Hello classmate, my name is Sun Zi, you look like my brother."

"Uh...hehe, you also look like a relative of mine." Song Zu'an was a little puzzled, did the change have been so big?No one recognized themselves.

When Sun Zi chatted with the handsome guy, he was overjoyed and couldn't help but smile from ear to ear: "Really? Which of your relatives do I look like?"

"Like my second aunt."

"Uh, classmate, you are quite humorous, haha..."

Sun Zi slowly withdrew her bright expression, and then asked: "Then what's your name, classmate?"

Song Zuan raised his eyes and scanned the surrounding classmates, everyone looked at him expectantly.

In fact, he really didn't want to spoil everyone's happiness.

……

"My name is Song Zu'an."

[Drip——The host's appearance is against the sky, Jiang Ye's protagonist's halo is 3%, and the remaining protagonist's halo is 96%]

The air was instantly quiet.

Jiang also just came in from the back door of the classroom. He wanted to get angry and ask why everyone was stuck in the back row, and he just caught up with Song Zuan's self-introduction.

"Hey...Brother Jiang Ye, you are here—" Luo Sifan's shrill voice cut through the silence.

Everyone consciously made way for Jiang Ye, and Song Zuan's sharp face met Jiang Ye's eyes.

Song Zuan...how did it become like this?

"Hey... I still think Brother Jiang Ye is the most handsome—"

"I also feel the same way. The squad leader's skin is much fairer than Song Zuan's."

Jiang also came back to his senses, and said sharply, "Why are you arguing? Go back to your seat! The class representative will collect the homework!"

He stared at Song Zuan viciously, his eyes still full of disgust.

It is an insult in itself for someone as high as him to be compared with Song Zuan.

When passing by Song Zuan, Jiang Ye complained again: "Doing so many fancy operations all day long, and being so pretentious, why don't you just be a pair of underwear?"

Perhaps Jiang should also be named Jiang Zuan.

Song Zu'an: Heh, damn the hero, are you starting to be jealous of my handsomeness?Want to overwhelm me with homework?am i afraid of you

Yes, Song Zuan was afraid.

He is busy spending money on weekends, so how can he have time to do homework?Even copying is too late.

What's more, as a glorious society/ism/successor, and an excellent ambassador for preaching the "Code of Conduct for College Students", how could he do such a thing as copying homework?

Of course, the more important point is that he is not familiar with the place where he was born, and no one will borrow his homework for him to copy.

The only one who could copy homework for him was Ye Lusu, but Ye Lusu himself was a scumbag, so there was no need to copy.

Song Zu'an looked disconcertingly at the people who were busy copying their homework, "The excitement is theirs, I have nothing."

"Who did the mathematical analysis? Lend me to copy it!"

"Anyone in English?"

"What else is there to do in English? ABC can just choose a few options at will?"

"I did a math analysis test paper and asked my father to copy it."

"Isn't the homework of mathematical analysis done synchronously? What test paper?"

……

The representatives of the mathematics class put the homework neatly on the podium before the class bell rang, and wrote down the names of the people who did not hand in the homework on the top of the post-it as usual.

"A truly brave class representative, who dared to face the questioning eyes of the teacher and shoulder the expectations of the students, accepted 10 books and insisted that it was 40 books."

Song Zu'an felt that the class representatives in the class should read and recite the passage above.

Li Deshu picked up the post-it note and looked at it, and Song Zuan's name was impressively listed.

"Students who didn't do their homework stand up!"

Besides Song Zu'an, there was another male student who hadn't handed in his homework, and Li Deshu planned to interrogate them one by one.

The boy was still struggling to die. He lowered his head and rummaged through his schoolbag, acting as if he was worried about losing his homework.

Oscar owes him a statuette.

Li Deshu walked up to him first, "Haidai, why didn't you hand in your homework?"

Haidai pondered for a moment, and then gave that bad excuse——

"Teacher, I did it, but I left it at home."

Song Zu'an couldn't help but sweat for him, even if his homework was torn up by Erha at home, it would be better than saying he forgot to bring it.

It seems that this Haidai is only good at acting, and his brain is not bright.

Li Deshu frowned.

He has taught and educated people for more than 20 years, and he has heard the reason of forgetting to bring homework no less than a hundred times.

"If you forget to bring it, you don't do it. You should hand it in before school at night, plus a 3000-word self-criticism."

After dealing with Haidai, Li Deshu walked towards Song Zuan again, "Are you... Song Zuan?"

Even a middle-aged bald man like Li Deshu was overwhelmed by Song Zuan's beauty.

"Why didn't you hand in your homework?"

Song Zuan's brain was spinning rapidly, thinking of ways to get rid of the crime.

------End of this chapter--

Ending eggs:

[Song Zu'an]: Ming people don't speak dark words, but ask for five-star praise.

[Reader A]: What did you say?I don't have my glasses on, so I can't hear.

[Reader B]: Definitely next time.