Small cannon fodder is becoming beautiful every day [Quick Transmigration]

Lu Yuanqing listed a series of numbers on the draft paper and asked him to read them to see his level.

Hua Yang stared blankly, opened her small red mouth, and smiled shyly: "I won't."

Hmm...not at all?

Lu Yuanqing was so surprised that he was speechless for a long time.

Hua Yang glanced at him shyly, the corners of her eyes were red, she bit her lips and asked, "Am I stupid?"

It's quite stupid, even a three-year-old child can understand numbers.

Huayang was depressed, tears filled his eyes, like a child who has done something wrong, shrinking his body, looking at people frequently, arousing love and affection.

Lu Yuanqing's breathing was stagnant, his head was pressed by a big stone, and he said comfortingly: "You are very smart, study hard, you are no worse than others."

Dongfang Ce laughed when he heard that, "He lied to you, you little fool."

Hua Yang pursed her lips, her cheeks were stained with tears, and when she glared at others, her eyes rolled, showing a pure and lustful aura.

Dongfang Ce was stunned. This little fool is really beautiful, but he is a bit stupid. People who are useless to the family will marry.

Marriage?

Dongfang Ce was taken aback, and took a deep look at him, feeling irritable when he thought that such an infinite style would belong to another person.

"Don't even think about it." Dongfang Ce cursed for no reason.

Hua Yang was angry, like a kitten showing its teeth and claws, "Didn't you say that you won't talk to me anymore?"

"Who, who was talking to you?" Dongfang Ce turned his head and said with a sneer, "I just don't talk all my life, and I don't want to talk to you."

unacceptable!

Huayang looks disgusted, it's really uncomfortable to be hated by others.

Lu Yuanqing touched the back of his hand and said softly, "Are you still learning?"

His hands were itchy, Hua Yang was smiling, his eyes flickering, and he held his big palm with his backhand.

The driver turned pale with fright and coughed repeatedly.

"Stop coughing, you're drooling, if you want to cough, go out and cough!" Dongfang Ce had nowhere to vent his anger, and caught the driver to spit again.

The driver was crying, fidgeting, and secretly praying: "Master, come quickly."

Hua Yang took out the card drawing reward, and that green bamboo leaf pen immediately attracted Lu Yuanqing's attention.

"Your pen...suits you very well." The emerald green one made his slender hands more delicate.

Lu Yuanqing saw that he was holding the pen, not even in the right posture, so he went around behind him and held his hand.

So soft, so fragrant.

Lu Yuanqing's heart trembled, and he gritted his teeth secretly to keep himself awake, but his breathing was messy.

"Horizontal and then vertical, first and then downward, the writing must be crisp." Then, a "flower" character appeared on the paper.

Hua Yang calmed down and practiced very patiently, writing each stroke carefully.

Suddenly, Lu Yuanqing bumped Dongfang Ce with his elbow, causing him to roll his eyes.

"You hit me."

Lu Yuanqing bowed his head and reminded, "You have crossed the line."

Dongfang Ce got closer and closer without knowing it, and already occupied half of Huayang's desk, with one long leg stretched across, which was very obtrusive.

"Tsk, who said I crossed the line, from there to here, it's all mine."

According to Dongfang Ce's gesture, two-thirds of Huayang's desk was occupied by him.

Lu Yuanqing looked indifferent, "Childish."

"Hmph." Dongfang Ce spread out his hands triumphantly, and stretched his long leg forward again, grabbing Huayang's feet.

Lu Yuanqing showed an unsuspecting face, pulled Hua Yang's wrist, and said with a smile, "You sit here with me."

Hua Yang nodded obediently, and the two looked at each other and smiled. The happiness belongs to others, only Dongfang Ce's expression is not good.

"You're too tense, relax your hands."

One taught and the other learned, and they were very close, which made Dongfang Ce red-eyed.

"Oh, I'm so tired."

Dongfang Ce stretched his waist, waved the non-existent bee, and moved to the side.

Now, he sat directly on Huayang's stool, put his arms against the two of them, and looked at his phone alone.

Lu Yuanqing was caught and pushed his arm aside, but the next moment, he was stuck again.

"Dongfang Ce, go over there."

Dongfang Ce raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "Hey, I just like to confront people. If you want me to go there, I won't go there."

Lu Yuanqing nodded and smiled faintly: "Then you don't go there."

"You want me not to go, I..."

Dongfang Ce's smile froze, and he stared straight at him, burning with anger.

Hua Yang looked confused, as if in a fog, "What's wrong with you?"

The two stared at each other, Dongfang Ce wanted to save face, and sat back without saying a word.

He missed a move, he hated it!

Lu Yuanqing suppressed the joy in his heart, and said in a slow tone: "You write very well."

Hua Yang's eyebrows and eyes were curved, he swayed from side to side happily, and said, "Reading is really fun."

"Where is it?" Dongfang Ce glanced at it, disgusted: "The vertical line of the Yang character is too short, and the strokes are crooked, so ugly."

The two fell on deaf ears.

Dongfang Ce curled his lips, gesticulated and said, "Should be straight when standing vertically, and the stroke of the pen should be at a standstill."

Lu Yuanqing straightened his back and handed him the pen, "You can do it, you write."

"Hmph, I write as I write, so you can open your eyes."

Dongfang Ce was full of confidence, rolled up his sleeves, and started with a fancy twisting of the pen. Under Hua Yang's amazement, the pen was completed into a book.

His handwriting is sharp and domineering, just like his character, arrogant and arrogant.

Hua Yang was amazed, nodded, and looked at Lu Yuanqing with a smile, "I still want to write."

Lu Yuanqing smiled gently, held his hand again, and wrote a stroke.

Dongfang Ce was left out, angry and anxious, lightly kicked Huayang's stool, and pointed at the draft paper under his suspicious eyes.

Hua Yang clapped his hands again, his face was full of flowers, but he didn't say a word.

"Hey, what's your attitude?"

He wrote good handwriting, which is even better than Lu Yuanqing, what's wrong with being praised a few times?

Hua Yang was surprised, and said charmingly: "You said you didn't talk to me."

Dongfang Ce was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Let him get angry again and again, this kid can always easily affect his emotions.

Hua Yang looked confused, and asked blankly: "You want to talk to me, don't you?"

Dongfang Ce categorically denied it: "That's impossible, even if you cry and beg me, I hate you the most!"

Hate him the most?The most...hated?

Hua Yang's heart was flustered, her chest was stuffy, her nose was sore, and her eyes were filled with tears.

"If you hate me, then...I hate you too."

Huayang lay on the table, pitifully, like an abandoned kitten.

Dongfang Ce panicked and stomped his feet anxiously.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Hua Yang was unhappy, and went out with downcast eyes.

Dongfang Ce wanted to follow, but was caught by Lu Yuanqing stretching out his foot.

"what are you doing?"

Lu Yuanqing's brows were indifferent, and he said coldly, "Since you hate him, don't try to comfort him."

Dongfang Ce was short of breath, walked around the back of the classroom a few times, and sat down helplessly, feeling irritable.

At this moment, the class bell rang.

In a hurry, Hua Yang pushed open the toilet door, and just as he rushed out, he was picked up by a tall man and crashed into the toilet.

"what--"

Hua Yang was pushed into the cubicle, with his hands cut behind his back, and a manic breath splashed on his neck.

"Brother, are you happy on your first day at school?"

Huayang's hair stood on end, tremblingly, he said: "Brother, let me go, don't mess around."

This breath is terrible, will he be beaten?

Ling Yi chuckled, licked his earlobe, and asked lazily, "How can you be a mess? Is...is that so?"

After saying that, Ling Yi forcefully kissed deeply, taking his breath away.

Tut, tut, tut...

Hua Yang raised her neck, gasped weakly, and was forced to taste his body fluid.

Tobacco smell, so strong...