Ye Xiaoai breathed a sigh of relief until Tang Yiting left, and she lay weakly on the desk.
Early the next morning, Ye Xiaoai was sent to the school by the driver early. This high school is a noble middle school that Italy regrets.
Since Yuan Shuo's incident happened, Tang Yiting was replaced by Ye Xiaoai's school.
Another reason is that Tang Yiting thinks that she is too familiar with the people at that school before she can enter the bar.
Although Ye Xiaoai also resisted, the things that Tang Yiting decided rarely changed.
Before getting off the bus, the driver carefully reminded Ye Xiaoai, "Miss, I will wait for you outside after class. You must go home on time this time."
Otherwise, the second young master should be angry again, because he could not keep Ye Xiaoai, who was out to play with his classmates in time last time, and his life was almost impossible to keep.
Ye Xiaoai grabbed the strap of the schoolbag and glared at the driver, "If she dislikes me, just let me go."
"..." The driver.
Ye Xiaoai pushed the car door and closed it hard.
It was Tang Yiting's car that was smashed. Anyway, he had money.
The driver watched Ye Xiaoai in a British school uniform leave and shook his head vigorously.
This is a child who hasn't grown up. I really don't know why the second young master did this.
Is it possible... He can still like a girl who picked it up
The driver shook his head, the second young master's taste for women is not like this.
Ye Xiaoai walked into the classroom, with all Italian faces inside, which made her Chinese face stand out.
When I was in the same school with Yuan Shuo, somehow Yuan Shuo was also Chinese like her.
Even if other people ignored her, Yuan Shuo talked to her.
But now...
As soon as Ye Xiaoai sat down, a girl with blonde hair walked over to her right away.
"Hi, are you new here?" The girl has big blue eyes, fair skin and long hair over her shoulders, looking very dazzling and beautiful.
"Yeah." Ye Xiaoai smiled faintly, and then began to organize her schoolbag.
"My name is Mi'er, what's your name?" The girl was very enthusiastic.
When they were talking, other students next to them looked at them curiously.
"Ye Xiaoai." Ye Xiaoai replied with a fluent standard Italian.
When the girl named Mi'er heard Ye Xiaoai's words, her eyes widened in surprise.
"You speak so standard Italian?"
Ye Xiaoai pouted, why does this girl talk so much
"Yeah." Ye Xiaoai didn't say anything, put the book on the desk, and lay on it carelessly.
What's so strange about knowing Italian
She only knows that she has been in Italy since she became sensible. If she doesn't go to learn Italian, the most important thing is to learn Chinese.
So no matter what kind of language, she can use it freely.
The girl shrugged, knowing that Ye Xiaoai didn't want to talk, she went to her seat and sat down.
At this time, the teacher came in with a book, and his high heels slapped.
Suddenly, the classroom became quiet, and no sound was heard.
Ye Xiaoai was still wondering why the noisy classroom just now became so quiet.
Just as she was in a daze, the girl who talked to her just now pulled her sleeve to beckon her to be honest and not look at her.
This female teacher was called the god of death by the class, and no one dared to provoke her.
Ye Xiaoai reacted, glanced at the whole class, immediately lowered her head and read the book seriously.