The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Su Nanzhi was silent for a while, and then asked: You don't like her?

Who is a normal girl who can stand Su Yueyue. It was a little abnormal for Du Zijin to say this sentence.

From the short time of getting along, Su Nanzhi has already determined the attributes of this new classmate, Haiwang Jiayan control.

You don't understand, this is the legendary disharmony in the aura, Du Zijin explained one after another, It's like when I saw you, I liked you very much at first sight.

Su Nanzhi: ...

It doesn't have to be.

But you and her are both surnamed Su, Du Zijin said again, but you should have nothing to do with her. The girls in her family are named Yueyue, Linlin, Nana, and so on. Thinking of a single word seems to kill them.

Su Nanzhi: ...

Then she learned from classmate Du that the other classmate was a boy.

Classmate Du looked regretful, I haven't seen him for two weeks. Do you know what a sickly beauty is? It's the kind described in the novel. He really fits that image too well.

If it weren't for the fact that Du Zijin's hand pinching her chin was too obscene, Su Nanzhi, who is also a sick beauty, might still be able to listen to her reminiscing about the beauty of that classmate she had never met.

The canteen of No. 1 Middle School is the top among many middle schools in Beijing. There are often students who are addicted to the food in the canteen and don't want to go home to taste their mother's dark dishes.

A parent once complained to the school because his son was unwilling to go home for dinner.

Zhi Zhi, let me tell you, the braised pork ribs on the second floor of our Beiyuan is really outstanding, and the stew... Du Zijin was introducing the food in the cafeteria to Su Nanzhi.

The more Su Nanzhi listened, the hungrier she became.

Fortunately, the cafeteria is right in front of us.

After Su Nanzhi finished her first lunch, she decided to add more money to the card.

In Beijing City No. 1 Middle School, there is no control requirement for students after school at noon. The dormitory students go back to the dormitory to rest, and the day students are free to do so.

Su Nanzhi regrets that she hasn't checked in yet, and the school hasn't arranged a dormitory and bed for her yet.

In the afternoon, there were only three classes and two self-study periods, but Su Nanzhi found that the number of people in the class was reduced by nearly half.

Among them were Ye Ting, the classmate at the front desk, and Zhao Qingheng, the class monitor.

Du Zijin turned to chat with Su Nanzhi during class break, and said to her, They all went to the competition class.

Su Nanzhi: Oh.

Du Zijin: I really wanted to go to Teacher Shang Jiang's math class, but unfortunately I didn't live up to it at the beginning.

Teacher Jiang does not accept students with a math score below 135.

Seeing that Su Nanzhi still didn't respond, Du Zijin spoke her mind, You don't even know how amazing Mr. Jiang is, with that face, that waist, and that leg, it's a pity not to go to the draft.

Su Nanzhi: ...

Du Zijin's image in her eyes has been subverted again: old-fashioned critic.

But when it comes to the beauty in the world, Su Nanzhi feels that the one she saw recently can be called the beauty in the world.

It's a pity that such stunning beauty made other men get ahead of her.

Su Nanzhi was also a little regretful.

Zhizhi, if you haven't met Mr. Jiang, then you must not be able to appreciate his beauty.

Su Nanzhi: You are right.

Anyway, in her eyes now, the most beautiful thing is that peerless beauty in the bar that night.

Before the break was over, Lao Lin appeared like a ghost unexpectedly.

Su Nanzhi, come here.

Su Nanzhi got up, and followed the class teacher to the office.