Chapter 167

One class.

Song Jingwan silently watched An Feiran pack her things.

She pursed her lips, "Are you really going to shift three?"

Hearing this, the boy who lowered his head to clean up the textbook by the window raised his head and smiled shyly, "Yeah, I thought about it carefully, maybe I'm still not suitable for the first class. Everyone's grades are so good, I also dragged everyone in the first class. The hind legs. It might be better to go to the third shift and work hard with everyone.”

His voice was soft, and there were some bruises on his cheeks. Although the dress is ordinary, it is also generous and clean.

The light falling on his short black hair made Song Jingwan realize for the first time that An Feiran was not as ordinary as she thought.

There was a lot of buzz in the school about what happened that day.

"Actually, it's not necessary," Song Jingwan put her hand on the textbook. "The third class is recognized as poor grades, and you will be affected if you go there."

"So you think so?"

An Feiran packed up his textbooks, picked up his schoolbag, tilted his head slightly and smiled lightly.

"I'm sorry, Jingwan, I can't agree with you this time. Maybe in my eyes, grades can only be grades, they can't represent anything. And the students in class three are very united people-"

The friend he had always dreamed of, wanted.

In the past, I was abroad, and then I was in a class, all of which were not realized.

What about this time?

An Feiran began to look forward to it.

"In that case, it's up to you, and I wish you good luck."

Song Jingwan lowered her eyes, opened the textbook at will, and said in a cold tone.

"That's right, the squad leader has left you, so shameless!"

"Get out of here, don't let us see you in the future, or we'll hit you once at a time!"

An Feiran didn't seem to listen. He took a last glance at the classroom where he had been staying for half a year. Finally, his eyes fell on Song Jingwan, and he whispered: "Jingwan, goodbye."

Then turned around, and strode away without the slightest nostalgia.

*

Everyone in the third class was assigned several 53 books, and the atmosphere in the classroom was sluggish for a while, and I didn't know whether to cry or be happy.

After all, 53 is quite expensive!

At this moment, Wang Zhongyun came with a boy.

The boy had scars on his face, his temperament was warm, and he followed behind with his schoolbag obediently.

"Cough!" Wang Zhongyun stepped onto the podium, "Be quiet, let me introduce our new classmate, An Feiran!"

"Hello everyone, I'm An Feiran!" An Feiran hurriedly bent over, his voice tense, "In the future, please give me more advice!"

His face is still recognizable, and as long as he doesn't have amnesia, at least his face is familiar.

Soon someone recognized him.

"It's a class of that kid!"

"I can't figure it out, come to our third class?"

"Aren't you a spy sent by a group?"

In the face of everyone's doubts, An Feiran's cheeks flushed and he waved his hands anxiously.

"No, no! I changed classes voluntarily! I think everyone in the third class is a very good person, and I hope to be friends with you!"

"Cut~ Go back and go back~ I thought our third shift was collecting garbage!"

"Don't you know that we have a grudge against the first class?!"

"Hey—" Wang Zhongyun stared, "You kids! How do you talk?"

An Feiran was at a loss, feeling sad and at the same time feeling a little dazed. Is it really correct to choose to go back to China?

A small hand stretched out in front of him, "I don't have enough gifts today, I'll give you another day."

"It's you!" An Feiran raised his head suddenly, as if starlight fell into his eyes.

See you in the morning! I feel that everyone's comments are not positive QAQ

This shows how important everyone's enthusiasm is to Brin. As soon as you don't speak, I feel like I'm writing down...

I am dead.