The little milk bag of the blackened boss

Nanyang No. [-] Middle School is actually not a good school.

There are those who come here to study, and there are also those who are promiscuous, but the lotus flower will emerge from the mud without being stained. Even in the smoky Nanyang No. [-] Middle School, there will be shining people.

Lou Yan from Class [-] and Class [-] of Senior High School is just such a sunflower growing in the mud.

As the former school bully of Nanyang No. [-] Middle School, Lou Yan also played from the first to the second year of high school, but for some reason, he suddenly changed into a different person in the first half of the third year of high school and started to study hard.

Not to mention, although Lou Yan has abandoned half of high school, he has slowly caught up with the progress of his studies after starting in the third year of high school.

But what makes the teacher bald is that although Lou Yan changed his ways and studied hard for some unknown reason, he still provoked him a little carelessly.

However, Lou Yan was also ruthless in fights.

The leader of the lower grades blocked Louyan outside the school last night.

Unexpectedly, with one against five, Lou Yan sent several juniors into the hospital. If passersby hadn't heard the groans in the alley, those juniors would be so cold inch by inch in the dark alley inside.

The school was afraid of making a big fuss, so it secretly suppressed it.

Although Lou Yan also had a lot of glory, the next day he still sat on a chair with a book in his arms as if nothing had happened.

This made the head teacher who wanted to persuade him quite helpless.

Xie Yuan looked at the person lying on the table openly and aboveboard.

He was wearing a blue and white school uniform.

Just last night, he got all the information about Lou Yan from A17.

As a top student and school grassroots student, Lou Yan's appearance is definitely one in a million.

Under the dark black hair was a slightly pale and handsome face, with sword eyebrows slightly raised, long and curly eyelashes catching a pair of narrow eyes with folds and cold light.

Through the screen, Xie Yuan seemed to be able to see the indifference and alienation in his eyes.

Real people are far more shocking than photos.

Because of the injury on his hand, Lou Yan had to sleep on only one arm, which also made half of his side face against the faint morning light.

The fair skin becomes paler in the shadows, like a sculpture kept in a glass case.

Xie Yuan's eyes fell on his well-knit left hand. The palm was wrapped with gauze. He remembered that it was left from the fight in the alley the night before.

When Lou Yan passed him, he inadvertently revealed a knife mark on his left hand with deep bone visible.

Xie Yuan blinked, and under the astonished gaze of his teachers and classmates, he walked down the podium with his small schoolbag on his back, and slowly arrived at Lou Yan's seat.

Xie Yuan lowered his eyes, his curled eyelashes cast a faint silhouette on his fair face through the sunlight.

The soft and waxy voice is like a kitten's paw, cute and sweet: "Student, can I sit here?"

The class became strangely quiet, staring closely at the person lying on the table to catch up on sleep.

How dare you disturb Lou Yan to sleep!

Under everyone's nervous stares, Lou Yan's shoulders seemed to move slightly.