Chapter 292 Transfer Student 1

Qing Zhan thought that the words were not addressed to himself, raised his head, met Nangong Lie's eyes, and realized that they were indeed addressed to her. After thinking about it, he said: "Princess Wang is good to me."

"Really." Nangong Lie sneered: "So you don't plan to come back?"

go back? Qingzhanliu frowned, didn't he want to see her the last thing?

Helian Weiwei smiled lazily: "Of course I won't go back, classmate, don't forget that Qing Zhan is mine now. Please also ask this classmate to sit down and don't disturb us in class."

"Interrupting your class?" Nangong Lie's eyes turned cold, but his face remained evil: "This is the first time I've heard that Miss Helian will also take classes seriously."

Helian Weiwei didn't speak, but put her hands on Qing Zhan's shoulders, and curled her thin lips gently towards Nangong Lie.

Nangong Lie didn't look at her, but still focused on the little book boy. Seeing that she didn't have the slightest intention to help him speak, her hands hidden under the long sleeves tightened tightly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth grew stronger: " Whatever you want.” Go wherever you like, if you get bullied in the future, it’s best not to come back!

Swish!

Nangong Lie turned the scroll in his hand very loudly, which made the official lady who came in with him bit her lips in fear: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Nangong Lie pursed his lips and smiled, with a soothing voice: "Scared you?"

The official lady glanced at the little book boy: "A little bit."

"Sorry, let's read." Nangong Lie was still Nangong Lie.

It's just that Miss Guan's family didn't understand how the chill on his body came from.

Qing Zhan didn't speak from the beginning to the end, took out the brushes that Helian Weiwei needed, and put them in a good place, with a calm mood.

Helian Weiwei looked at the two people, and said in a low voice, "If you don't want to stay here and watch these things, you can go for a stroll outside, it's okay, I always like to sleep in class, so you don't have to suffer here."

Qing Zhan paused with his fingers, raised his head and said, "I'm with the princess."

"Then don't look like you're about to cry." Helian Weiwei stretched out her hand, rubbed her head, and smiled faintly: "It's just a man. In this world, there may be very few other things. There are many men." What’s more, especially in Taibai Academy, you should take a look and tell me which one you like.”

Qing Zhan said: "Tell the princess what to do."

"Research it, and then take it quickly." Helian Weiwei's voice was very soft, with a lazy taste: "I have many younger brothers, and I will introduce you to them when the time comes, and there are a few good ones."

Qing Zhan: ...Why, it sounds like a female bandit is robbing the master of the village?

No matter how quiet the voice here was, as a genius priest, he could still hear the movement here, and his clenched hands tightened again.

"The best way to forget the last relationship is to meet a new man." Helian Weiwei smiled: "Qing Zhan, you always have to start over."

restart?

Qing Zhan paused, and said, "I'll go."

When Nangong Lie heard those two words, he was stunned for a moment, and then sneered subconsciously.

He seemed to want to say something more, when he saw the master walking in with a smile. The white robe made him look like a cheerful Maitreya Buddha.

"Be quiet, be quiet!" The master raised his arms, and then said: "A new student came today, everyone welcome."

As soon as he finished speaking, a slender and tall man walked in.

Almost, the moment the man walked in, the surrounding seemed to be emptied and became especially quiet, so quiet that it seemed that even a needle could hear an echo when it fell.

Helian Weiwei looked up and immediately understood why everyone became so quiet.

That man is so outstanding, not only outstanding, he can compete with Baili Jiajue.

He had an ivory-white coat all his life, dark blue hair draped over his shoulders like a brocade, and a collar without a trace of variegation. Above his collar was a jade-like face that fascinated all living beings. His star-like eyebrows and eyes were like the first melting spring snow. The light in this room is down.

There is a gentle smile on his mouth, as if he came out of an ancient painting, with a faint medicinal fragrance, making people feel that just looking at him will defile him, but he can't help but want to get closer.

However, this face was familiar to Helian Weiwei.

Although not often seen, they have escaped unharmed in the other party's carriage before.

Even the Wuxiu on her body is inseparable from the other party.

Ah.

The dignified Mr. Wushuang came to be a freshman, and he was arranged in the poor courtyard...

The corners of Helian Weiwei's mouth twitched, amused.

"God, who is this?"

Sure enough, exclamations followed one after another.

The master looked around at the stunned students, and stroked his glasses with his hands: "This student was admitted late due to physical reasons. Alright, now let the new student introduce himself."

After the master finished speaking, he glanced at the man beside him. The man nodded slightly and walked forward slowly.

"I'm Jing Baishuang." There was an indifferent smile on the man's lips, and a low voice like running water flowed out.

Jing Baishuang?

It's just these five faint words, but it is like a stone thrown into still water, and the waves suddenly rise.

The originally quiet hall suddenly became a mess.

Everyone is whispering the news they know.

In the circle of the capital, have you never heard of the surname Jing?

Did it come from another place?

That's the same as the other two people in their poor house...

Everyone thought about it, and couldn't help but turn their attention to Baili Jiajue and Nangong Lie.

I saw those two people, one was lazily resting his chin, his side face was indifferent, his slender fingers formed a stark contrast with the brown ancient scroll in his hand, the brilliance fell, and they were extremely handsome.

As for the other one, he put his hands on the back of the chair, raised his eyebrows evilly, and his eyes fell on the man who called himself "Jing Baishuang".

Then, with a lift of his legs, he blocked the man's way.

The man seemed to have a very good temper, but his eyes were bright, and he glanced at Nangong Lie: "Long time no see." After thinking about it, he still called him a safer name: "Seventh Young Master."

Nangong Lie is ranked seventh in the family, and few people know about it.

When people heard his address, their eyes showed surprise: "These two actually know each other?"

"Long time no see, Young Master Shuang." Nangong Lie retracted his legs playfully: "I really didn't expect that you would come to the academy to teach."

Mr. Wushuang hooked his lower lip and coughed lightly. His body seemed to be in a very bad state, but this did not make his momentum seem to weaken in the slightest. Instead, he was gentle and indifferent: "Even The seventh son can come, why can't I come?"