Please Put on Your Vest, Madam

Little short legs, what are you talking about? Just say it when you are jealous of others.

A boy at the table next to Jiang Yumeng stretched out and kicked Jiang Yumeng's leg with a dry tone.

Bah, she's your goddess and not mine, and you like her doesn't prevent me from disliking her.

Jiang Yumeng was like a furious lion in an instant, showing his teeth and claws.

You girls are small-minded. Lu Jiayue is so good. Are you blind? I think you are jealous that everyone is better than you.

Xu Hanyu instantly felt unhappy.

Lu Jiayue is a well-known goddess, and she is the white moonlight in the hearts of most boys in the first middle school.

Look, a girl prettier than Lu Jiayue is sitting behind me.

Jiang Yumeng was particularly unconvinced, then turned to look at Lu Qingyi and said.

Lu Qingyi is very beautiful, and his appearance is far behind Lu Jiayue.

Pretty isn't she in class 20 yet?

Xu Hanyu said with a chuckle.

He appreciates Lu Jiayue not because of her good looks, but mainly because of Lu Jiayue's versatility.

Multi-talented girls are always especially thin and welcome.

Lu Qingyi frowned as he looked at the two people who were arguing with a headache.

She likes to be quiet and doesn't like to be lively.

Lu Qingyi, someone is looking for it.

The time for a class passed quickly, and just after class, the door of Class 20 became noisy.

Lu Jiayue, who had never appeared at the gate of Class 20, miraculously appeared at the gate of Class 20 today.

Her jet-black hair was draped around her waist, she was wearing a long white gauze dress, and a faint smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

Pure and cute.

Hello everyone, I'm here to find my sister. You should take care of her in the future.

Lu Qingyi walked out impatiently, and heard Lu Jiayue's playful and cute words.

Her voice was sweet and she blinked playfully.

My God, the goddess smiled at me.

Bah, bah, it's obviously smiling at me.

So gentle and cute, I love love.

Never have I looked at the goddess so closely.

The way he laughed fascinated me.

The classmates in Class 20 started to discuss without any hesitation.

Lu Jiayue wore a sweet smile from beginning to end.

Lu Qingyi was a little irritable.

Sister, are you out?

Seeing Lu Qingyi, Lu Jiayue showed a big smile, and she approached affectionately to grab Lu Qingyi's hand.

Lu Qingyi quietly ducked away.

Sister, how do you feel in the class? Is there anything inappropriate? Do you feel unfamiliar?

Lu Jiayue said chatteringly as if she didn't feel embarrassed at all.

Are you busy? Lu Qingyi yawned.

Ah? Sister, it's alright, I know you didn't go to high school, there must be a lot of discomfort when you go directly to the third year of high school. But it's alright, if you have anything you don't understand, you can come to me, I'm here Upstairs class.

Lu Jiayue's voice was full of concern, but she also looked like a good Chinese sister.

Didn't go to high school?

Straight to high school?

A group of people in Class 20 were stunned, and their strange eyes fell on Lu Qingyi.

Although they did not have good grades and did not like to study, they read from the first year of high school to the third year of high school no matter what.

I haven't heard that I jumped directly to the third year of high school without going to high school.

If it was a rare genius, it would be fine, but Lu Qingyi came from a well-recognized poor class in the first high school.

My God, my ears should be fine, right?

No way, you didn't even go to high school and went to the third year of high school?

I seem to know something.

The people from Class 20 talked more, looking at Lu Qingyi with a hint of contempt and curiosity.

Lu Qingyi raised her eyebrows, her sister is quite powerful. The words that seemed to be caring were in fact revealing her origins to the people in Class 20.

Ah.

Sister, you must study hard. It's better to get a high school diploma. It's better than going out to work now, right?

Lu Qingyi didn't speak, but Lu Jiayue was still chattering.

Going to work now?

Oh wow.

Class 20 seems to know the truth.

Lu Qingyi stopped studying in junior high school and went out to work. Now he is arranged by his family to enter the first middle school with a graduation certificate?

I'm going, I can't believe it at all.

Goddess Jiayue's grades are so good, Jiahao's grades are not bad, how could their elder sister be so bad.

It seems that Lu Qingyi didn't inherit the smart gene.

You're happy, aren't you?

Lu Qingyi never cared about other people's eyes, some things were accustomed to.

She leaned closer to Lu Jiayue and whispered in her ear.

childish.

It's about to go to class. I'm going back to the classroom. My sister remembers to come to me if you have something. I'm in class.

Seeing that the class time was approaching, Lu Jiayue was reluctant to leave. She emphasized her class again.

One class, twenty classes, one in the sky and one in the ground.

Show off?

Lu Qingyi suddenly laughed.

Lu Jiayue turned and left, the sweet smile soon disappeared from her face, replaced by a contemptuous smile.

Lu Qingyi, I won't let you have a good time at school.

Since she was sensible, the Lu family has only one daughter, and Lu Qingyi is just a poor relative who comes to the Lu house for one night every year.

Mother was very indifferent to Lu Qingyi and always turned a blind eye. Although there was concern in the father's eyes, it was very little.

Her parents didn't like Lu Qingyi, which also caused her to dislike Lu Qingyi.

Especially Lu Qingyi's more beautiful face than hers, and her cold and cold temperament.

Sometimes she really wanted to tear Lu Qingyi's face off.

Lu Qingyi, are your grades really bad?

Lu Qingyi, how do you feel about going to work outside?

Lu Qingyi, isn't it easy to get along in society?

Hey, what kind of work have you done?

No, you can't go out to work even if you don't study, Miss.

Lu Qingyi walked back to his seat casually, and the classroom exploded, chattering endlessly.

Well-meaning, contemptuous, sympathetic, curious…

It's so noisy and has a headache.

Lu Qingyi pressed his temple irritably: Shut up.

The noisy classroom fell silent in an instant.

Lu Qingyi's voice was clear and cold, revealing a sense of coercion, as if a bad boy met a strict teacher.

Quiet classmates, you look at me and I look at you, but you are also dumbfounded. Why are they quiet?

Why should they listen to Lu Qingyi's words?

Why are they so nice?

Why did I just feel that the dean was caught?

A boy said weakly, with some uncertainty in his tone.

They don't have to be afraid of Teacher Keren, and they don't have to be afraid of the head teacher, but they are still quite afraid of the head teacher.