Chapter 168
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Class One.
Song Jingwan silently watched An Feiran pack his things.
She pursed her lips and asked, "Do you really want to go to Class Three?"
Hearing this, the boy who was packing his textbooks looked up and smiled shyly. "Yes, I've thought about it carefully and I don't think I'm suitable for Class One. Everyone's grades are so good and I'll just be a burden to Class One. Why don't I go to Class Three and work hard with everyone? It might be better. "
His voice was gentle and there were some bruises on his cheeks. Although his clothes were ordinary, they were clean and tidy.
When the light fell on his short black hair, Song Jingwan realized for the first time that An Feiran's looks were not as ordinary as she had imagined.
News of what happened that day spread like wildfire in the school.
"Actually, it's not necessary." Song Jingwan put her hand on the textbook and said, "Class Three is known to have bad grades. You'll be affected if you go."
"So you think so?"
An Feiran packed his textbooks and picked up his backpack. He tilted his head slightly and smiled.
"I'm sorry, Jingwan. I can't agree with you this time. Maybe in my eyes, grades are just grades and don't mean anything. And the students of the third class are all very united — "
They were the friends he had always dreamed of having.
Previously, when he was abroad and then in Class One, his dreams did not come true.
What about this time?
An Feiran began to look forward to it.
"If that's the case, it's up to you. Good luck."
Song Jingwan looked down and casually opened her textbook as she spoke coldly.
"That's right. Even the class monitor asked you to stay. You're really shameless!"
"Hurry up and get lost. Don't let us see you again. Otherwise, we'll beat you up every time we see you!"
An Feiran did not seem to hear them. He glanced at the classroom he had been in for half a year. Finally, his gaze fell on Song Jingwan and he said softly, "Jingwan, goodbye."
Then he turned around and strode away without any reluctance.
*
Everyone in Class Three was given a few 53 textbooks. For a moment, the atmosphere in the classroom was gloomy and they did not know whether to cry or be happy.
After all, 53 yuan was quite expensive!
At this moment, Wang Zhongyun walked over with a boy.
There were scars on the boy's face, but he had a gentle temperament. He obediently hugged his schoolbag and followed behind.
"Cough cough!" Wang Zhongyun walked up to the podium and said, "Please be quiet. Let me introduce our new classmate, An Feiran!"
"Hello everyone, I'm An Feiran!" An Feiran hurriedly bowed and said in a nervous voice, "Please take care of me in the future!"
His face was still recognizable, and as long as one was not suffering from amnesia, his face would at least be familiar.
Soon, someone recognized him.
"It's that brat from Class One!"
"If you can't figure it out, why don't you come to our class?"
"You're not a spy sent by Class 1, are you?"
An Feiran blushed and waved her hands anxiously.
"No, that's not it! I volunteered to change classes! I think everyone in Class 3 is a very nice person. I hope I can become friends with you! "
"Tsk ~ Go back, go back ~ Do you think our third class is collecting trash?"
"Don't you know that we have a grudge against Class One?!"
"Hey — —" Wang Zhongyun glared at them and said, "You bunch of kids! How can you say that? "
An Feiran was at a loss. He was sad and at a loss at the same time. Was it really the right choice to return to China?
A small hand stretched out in front of him and said, "I don't have enough gifts today. I'll make it up to you another day."
"It's you!" An Feiran suddenly looked up, her eyes shining like stars.
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