Chapter 722 The Same Table, Was Slapped in the Face

Nan Xun remembered that Xiaoba said that the big boss would transfer over today, so this boy...

"Call Little Eight."

Little eight seconds back: "Master is here."

"Could this boy be-"

"That's right! It's the big boss when he was a teenager, haha, isn't he particularly handsome? Although half of his face is covered by tattoos, don't you think such a big boss is cooler? He is so handsome at a young age. , will it be worth it in a few more years?"

Nan Xun's eyes moved, "What do you mean, the boy in the luxury car I saw yesterday at the west school gate is... this one?"

She only saw the intact side of the man's face. Even if he slanted to this side in the middle, it was very fast, so she didn't notice the other half of his face. Maybe she saw it, but she only thought that the blue Black is the shadow under the light.

Who would have thought it was a tattoo? This kind of thing appeared on the face of a young man, especially this young man who smiled warmly like the beginning of the sun, looked so... out of place.

Little Eight laughed, "It's him."

Nan Xun couldn't help frowning.

Yesterday, the young man accidentally glanced at her, and she couldn't forget it even if she wanted to, it was too cold. Although it wasn't close, she knew just from that glance that she must be a cold, arrogant person who was not easy to get close to, and she couldn't get in touch with the sunny boy in front of her.

This is what makes Nan Xun feel weird. The contrast between the two is too great, and they don't look like the same person at all.

Could it be that he is pretending to look harmless in the sun now?

He Zhi Nan Xun felt strange, but the principal at this time looked at the young man named Gong Chen with subtle eyes.

If it wasn't for the fact that he and the chairman of the school received this person last night, seeing with his own eyes how arrogant and indifferent this person was, and that even the school manager didn't get a good look from him, the principal would probably think that he had identified the wrong person.

At this time, Gong Chen saw that many people were staring at him curiously, especially the tattoos on his face. Maybe he was used to this kind of stare. I accidentally left a scar on the top, I was afraid of scaring others, so I covered it with a tattoo, I hope everyone will not alienate me because of this, and everyone will help each other and make progress together in the future."

The principal returned to his senses, and quickly said, "Yes, Gong Chen is not special. In the future, everyone should not make a fuss about the tattoo on his face. If I find it, remember it as a minor demerit!"

The headmaster's expression was serious when he said this, not a joke.

If you are three times older, you will be ordered to drop out, and if you are three times younger, you will be suspended for a week, and the whole school will notify you. No one can afford to lose face.

The students in the classroom could not help muttering, apparently dissatisfied with the principal's attitude towards the new classmate.

However, the tattoo on this man's face is really surprising.

To cover up scars?

They stared at it for a long time, but they couldn't see that there was a scar under the tattoo.

Except for the 10% who can come to school here, they were admitted from junior high schools across the country, and the remaining 90% are family members who have some connections in their families or noble and noble sons in high circles around the world. Everyone looks at this transfer student. The demeanor seems to be like people in their circle, but I don't know to what extent.

If there are some famous entrepreneurs or the sons of high-ranking military and political officials, some of them should have met long ago.

When they were young, they had scars on their faces, and later they got tattoos. They didn't have this number in their minds.

The study committee member Su Yiting glanced at the monitor Ma Rongfei, and the two exchanged glances.

do not know.

Ma Rongfei's father was the manager of Shengquan Noble Middle School, but his father didn't mention this transfer student to him today.

And Su Yiting's father is the boss of Ruida Real Estate, with a net worth of tens of billions. Her status in this class is unshakable, even Ma Rongfei usually has to be polite to her.

She didn't want the balance in the class to be broken, and it would be good if this person had no background.

Su Yiting's tablemate exclaimed, "Yiting, this boy is so handsome, don't you think the tattoos on his face are cool?"

Su Yiting had no interest and said coldly: "It's really good-looking, but are you sure it's cool? This kind of weak and beautiful boy is not my thing."

The tablemate murmured, "Where is the weak, obviously tall and handsome", but she didn't dare to make Su Yiting unhappy, and immediately laughed, "Yeah, how can this person compare to Brother Jin."

Su Yiting blushed slightly when she heard the word "Brother Jin".

After the boy on the stage gave a brief introduction, the head teacher wanted to arrange a seat for him. Gong Chen smiled politely and said, "Thank you, Teacher Wu, but I'm tall, so I'll just sit in the last row."

Saying that, he swept to the last row of the classroom and pointed to a place, "There just happens to be a vacant seat, I'll just sit there."

As soon as these words came out, the students who were whispering suddenly fell silent, and the vacant seat in the last row was—

Everyone looked at the last row, in the left corner of the classroom, where the number one fat man in their class, Zhu Mengmeng, was sitting there. She occupied the two as one.

The expressions of the students suddenly became colorful.

This young handsome guy who just transferred is actually going to sit with the fat cute in their class?

My God, could this visual impact be a little too big?

Nan Xun, whose expression was stunned, saw him walking towards him, and consciously moved to the side to make sure that he did not occupy the extra table.

Nan Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, and said to Xiaoba, "I suddenly understand why you chose Zhu Mengmeng's body, tsk, the big boss's tablemate, so you have this idea."

Xiao Ba laughed loudly, "Do you think your father is very wise and martial?"

Nan Xun didn't answer and asked, "To be honest, what are you hiding?"

Xiao Ba was silent for a while, pretending to be dead.

The corners of Nan Xun's mouth curved slightly, and he did not continue to ask questions.

The tall boy walked in front of Nan Xun, bringing a shadow.

Nan Xun looked up at him. After a close look, she felt more and more that Xiaoba was right. This boy is very handsome. When he smiled, people would forget the weird tattoos on his face. impulse.

Gong Chen didn't sit down immediately, but looked at the table Nan Xun had just vacated with an almost critical gaze.

Because Nan Xun himself used this table and chair, he would wipe it every day, but Gong Chen still took out a neatly folded brocade from his uniform jacket pocket.

After wiping all the tables and chairs with the napkin again, he folded the nappa again.

Everyone thought that he would put the folded brocade back in his pocket, but he didn't want this person to throw it backwards. He threw it out without even looking at it. He didn't expect it to be in the middle of the trash... The barrel made a thud.

The soft handkerchief can also make a thud, which shows that his hand is not small.

Nanxun: ...

Is this because she dislikes the dust on the desk, or is she disliked being used by her?

Nima, didn't this slap her in the face in public?