ATBLM [QT] Chapter 99.1

The book was read loudly, and Yan Zhao had been lying on the table during the entire morning self-study period, but Jiang Rui knew that he was not asleep.

She did not take the initiative to talk to him. She read the ancient poems and English words that needed to be memorized several times and then took out the lessons that she was going to take today to preview them.

The morning reading ended twenty minutes later, and a few idle boys in the back row immediately came over, all grinning.

“Brother Zhao, you are so lucky.”

“That’s right, I’m so jealous of you!”

“Do you want to treat us to a meal at noon to celebrate?”

While they were talking, their eyes kept glancing at Jiang Rui ambiguously. She just lowered her head and pretended to be reading.

These boys may not have any malicious intentions. They are just bored, love to join in the fun, love to make noises, and always want to do something to attract attention. At this time, the more embarrassed and annoyed she was to retort, the more excited they became.

“Stop talking nonsense!” Yan Zhao threw down the book irritably, pushed a few people away, and walked outside the classroom.

The boys pushed and followed behind him. When they arrived outside the corridor, they lined up and leaned on the railing. They also looked back at Jiang Rui laughing and joking from time to time, probably still talking about this matter.

Only Yan Zhao never looked back. His slender back showed impatience and irritability.

“These people are really annoying.” Zhang Jiajia came to Jiang Rui and mumbled dissatisfied.

“Ignore them.” Jiang Rui took out a small box of exquisite cakes from her school bag, “This is a new variety made by my mother. Would you like to taste it for me?”

“Of course, I want it.” Zhang Jiajia hurriedly took it, “My favorite Auntie has a new product. Just wait, when I finish eating, I will write you a 500-word review of my taste.”

Jiang Rui smiled and said: “You don’t need five hundred words, as long as there are two hundred words, you can choose another dessert in the store for free.”

“Really? You can’t lie to me!”

“Don’t lie to you.” Jiang Rui said with a smile.

Zhang Jiajia has a good family background and loves all kinds of food, from small snacks to big ones. She has a particularly picky tongue, and her taste is in line with the little girl’s preferences. The snack bars near the school would be very popular if she praised them for being delicious. However, the ones she found fault with were either not good at business or closed down soon after.

In Jiang Rui’s opinion, it is worthwhile to exchange a dessert for her two hundred words of evaluation.

There were only ten minutes between classes. After the preparation bell rang, Zhang Jiajia took the cake and returned to her seat. When the bell rang for the second time, Yan Zhao entered the classroom.

There are a total of four groups of desks in the class. Each group has six rows. Those who voluntarily sit in one or two rows at the back are either too tall or don’t like reading very much and want to take a break and sleep. Jiang Rui’s body is not tall, she is white, clean, and upright, so she is a bit conspicuous.

As soon as Yan Zhao sat down, he smelled a sweet scent of milk. The boys around him had always had the smell of sweat. Needless to say, he knew where the smell of milk came from.

He frowned as if he could not bear it and snorted in his heart.

The first period was the head teacher’s class. When he came in, he saw the new seating arrangement in the class, but he did not say anything. He just took four pieces of blank paper, one in each group, and passed them down from the first table to write their name on the paper according to their seat.

The classmate in the front row passed the paper to Yan Zhao. He picked up the pen and wrote his name in a flying way. He pushed the paper with two fingers, just in time to let it fly across the middle of the table and land on Jiang Rui’s table.

“Thank you.” Jiang Rui said.

Yan Zhao said nothing, frowned, and curled his lips.

Jiang Rui discovered that from the beginning to now, his frowning brows had not been loosened. He was clearly only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was still a young man, but he wanted to act like he was bitter and resentful as if this would make him look particularly cool and different.

She wrote Shu Manman’s name. Her three characters were elegant and upright, which was in sharp contrast to the two characters Yan Zhao who showed his teeth and claws next to her.

The paper was passed to the back, and there was another burst of whispers.

“Let me go, Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao, look, what is the gap? This is the gap!”

“The words of a good student are as standardized as the textbooks. Brother Zhao’s words are the norms of poor students like us, hehehe…”

The two boys in the back talked a lot, and they sang along harmoniously. Yan Zhao was impatient at hearing and turned to look at them both dangerously.

The two boys hurriedly raised their hands to beg for mercy, “I was wrong, Brother Zhao, I was wrong. You don’t care about the faults of the villain. Don’t be as knowledgeable as me.”

In fact, Jiang Rui thought that Yan Zhao’s handwriting was pretty good, with clear edges and sharp edges, and just like him, showing an arrogant aura. Unlike other boys of this age, whose handwriting was scrawled and limp as if they had no skeleton. Their words were too exaggerated.

“I think your handwriting is more beautiful.” She suddenly whispered.

Yan Zhao turned his head to look at her, with the threatening ferocity on his face just now.

Jiang Rui squeezed the pen and whispered nervously: “Really, I don’t like my handwriting. I have wanted my handwriting to be like yours since I was a child. It’s very smooth and handsome.”

Yan Zhao knitted his brows, tightening them tighter and tighter. Others thought he was going to get angry, but in the end, he just yelled impatiently and lay down on the table again. He did not raise his head to listen to the lecture during the whole class.

The second period is English. Today, the teacher taught a new lesson. After reading the text with the recording, the teacher asked two people at the same table to read aloud in different roles.

Jiang Rui glanced at the twirling of Yan Zhao’s head and did not wake him up. She just read it quietly to herself.

Halfway through the reading, he suddenly raised his head and said to one of the boys who was gossiping at the back table: “Wang Xiaodong, you read with her.”

 

 

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