Chapter 63
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At that time, Fan Pingping had been very tall compared to Qin Guan, who had been short in his previous life. She had been 167cm tall and had quickly become the campus belle of Qin Guan's high school.
Unsurprisingly, the leader of the drum and bugle team and the flag bearer had all belonged to Fan Pingping. At that time, Cong Nianwei had been a little girl with a baby's haircut. She had not been on the same level as Fan Pingping.
Qin Guan could still remember the Spring Festival Gala in his previous life. All the dances had been group dances, and Fan Pingping had been the only one who had danced alone.
She had been wearing a colorful ethnic dress and dancing gracefully on the field. She had looked very beautiful.
Well, I can't think about it anymore. Should I think about some funny things about Fan Pingping? Otherwise, Qin Guan would feel sorry for her.
He didn't know much about her funny things, because they were not students of the same school.
One was a straight-A student of the top class, while the other was the leader of the art class. They had always been two parallel lines that had never crossed each other.
Qin Guan sighed and took another sip of the melting milk brick. He had only met Goddess Fan twice in his memory.
The first time had been the first class assignment exam. Nobody had known each other, so the school had mixed up the exam numbers and held a unified exam for all ages. Qin Guan had arrived late that day. He had entered the classroom just before the bell had rung.
As soon as he entered the unfamiliar classroom, he saw Fan Pingping sitting in the corner of the last row. She was too eye-catching among the high school students who didn't know what beauty was.
With her high ponytail, playful bangs and upturned peach blossom eyes, she had the unique charm of a young girl. She had captured the hearts of all the boys in the classroom.
Qin Guan sat down in his seat quickly as the teacher came in with the test papers. When he was handing out the papers, he heard the conversation between Fan Pingping and the boy in front of her.
The boy struck up a conversation with Fan Pingping bravely. "I'm confident about this exam. Do you know what my score was when I got into the No. 1 Middle School? 600 points, no more, no less. "
Fan Pingping's eyes immediately turned into stars. She said in a very soft voice, "I admire students with good grades the most. It's a pity that my grades aren't good."
The boy instantly turned into a guardian angel. As he handed the test papers to Fan Pingping, he patted his chest and promised, "Just watch me when the time comes. I'll push the test papers to the left, and you just watch."
Fan Pingping took the test paper and gave her an encouraging smile. "Good luck!"
The boy was immediately full of motivation and began to write at a very fast speed.
At that time, Qin Guan was filled with envy and jealousy. Why didn't I sit there? I could have pretended to be with the goddess. My grades are the best I can do for a short, fat guy.
Qin Guan had been assigned to the top class, and Fan had copied the answers smoothly.
When the results of the school came out, Qin Guan smiled for a long time in front of the list. (Qin Guan didn't care about his image in his previous life.)
Fan Pingping copied all the answers, but she was still assigned to the art class. She didn't even get a place in an ordinary class. The boy who had copied the test papers for her was also assigned to the art class with her.
Qin Guan later found out that the boy was also in the art class. He had bragged about his grades before the class assignment test, just so that he wouldn't lose face in front of the beautiful girls.
The boy had been despised by Goddess Fan for half a semester, but he had worked hard and finally been admitted to the Music Academy with his level 10 violin skills. You want to ask him about his grades? Ha ha ha ha … Can't you save me some face?
Qin Guan took another bite of ice cream. Fan Pingping's face on TV was still round, just like in his previous life. Fortunately, Fan Pingping's face was still intact in this life.
Qin Guan didn't know whether Fan Pingping had experienced the same thing as Qin Guan in this life.
Qin Guan was also depressed. When he had transmigrated, nothing had changed except for his skin. However, he had no memory of the good skin he had been in before transmigrating.
Qin Guan had unknowingly confessed his love to Cong Nianwei in this life. Would he have done something stupid to Fan Pingping if he had been in the same examination room in his first year of high school?
Qin Guan didn't dare mention the past at all. Everyone thought that his character had changed completely after being rejected by Cong Nianwei.
Actually, Qin Guan was wronged. What the boy had done in the past had nothing to do with him. It was like a missing part of his soul had been made up by Qin Guan's return.
What was this? Qin Guan was confused by his lack of knowledge about space physics. Forget it. I'm alive and well now. I should live in the present and start a new life. That's the only way to live in this world.
Why did Qin Guan care about Fan Pingping's face? It was the second time Qin Guan had met Fan Pingping in his previous life.
It was a normal school day. Qin Guan was riding his lucky bike down the slope of No. 1 Middle School as usual. Zhou Jing and Li Jian were still joking with each other. Suddenly, they saw Fan Pingping's father riding a Jialing motorcycle out of the school gate.
As the motorcycle was going down the slope, it was hit by a passing minivan. The minivan drove away leisurely, but the motorcycle was out of control.
The car went off course on the 30-degree slope. The inertia of the motorcycle and the acceleration of the slope caused the motorcycle to flip over. Father Fan, who was sitting in the front seat, grabbed the motorcycle and slid on the ground, while Fan Pingping was thrown out. She rolled a few times on the slope before coming to a stop.
Everyone was shocked. The high school students had never seen such a thing before. They even forgot to ride their bikes. They hurried to get off to see what they could do.
In 1995, there had been no mobile phones. Some students ran to the school to ask for help. While they were all in a hurry, Fan Pingping's father got off the motorcycle.
A miracle happened. Father Fan skidded along the slope for more than ten meters and only scratched his skin. It didn't seem to be a big deal. He desperately moved the motorcycle away from him and limped in the direction of his precious daughter.
Fan Pingping's condition was much better than her father's. She was covered in dirt and her arms were bleeding.
Fan Pingping's father walked up to her. Before he could say anything, Fan Pingping covered her face with both hands and started to feel it up and down. When she saw her father, she burst into tears. "Dad! Dad! How's my face? Is there anything wrong with my face? "
Fan Pingping's father was speechless. He was speechless.
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