Jiang Lingzhi didn't reply to the message, so she locked the screen of her phone and put it on the bedside table next to her.
After a while, she still felt that it was impolite not to reply to the message, so she picked up the phone again and sent a message: [see you tomorrow, classmate Li]
Then put down the phone, turned over on his back, and went straight to sleep.
Morning.
When Jiang Lingzhi walked in from the school gate with her schoolbag in hand, she could still hear the voices of people talking next to her.
She listened for a while.
Only then did I realize that after a night of fermenting, Lishu Nanhei's title as the boss seemed to be confirmed.
His rumors are even more unbelievable.
Regarding his identity, it has been rumored that he is the heir of a certain dao.shang.boss.
Jiang Lingzhi was really convinced.
Why don't these people write novels with such big brains
When Jiang Lingzhi came to the classroom, the students all sat in their seats for morning reading.
The teacher hasn't come yet, and the voices of reading and talking are mixed together.
Jiang Lingzhi walked to her seat and found a man standing next to him. The boy was crying and looked like he was dying.
The expression on his face was a little sad.
Her deskmate was already in the seat and was talking to the boy in front of her.
Jiang Lingzhi sat down on the seat.
The deskmate immediately greeted him warmly: "Student Jiang, good morning!"
"Good morning." Jiang Lingzhi replied politely, and then asked curiously, "What's wrong with that classmate?"
The goddess took the initiative to talk, and the boy at the same table was flattered, lowered his voice, and whispered: "Ah, he...he is miserable!"
"He's sitting in the back row of us, the boss's deskmate!!"
The boy enthusiastically told her: "Yesterday he asked for sick leave and didn't come, but someone in the same class told him the bad news. He was so scared that he didn't dare to come to school. Didn't you see that his face turned pale with fright? !"
Jiang Lingzhi: "..."
Is the courtesan so scary
This classmate's face was pale, people who didn't know really thought that he was still ill.
It turned out to be just scary.
Jiang Ling was puzzled: "What's the use of him just standing here? Why didn't he go in and sit down?"
The deskmate explained with all his heart: "How dare he, that's the boss, isn't he afraid that the boss will slap him to death on the wall? That's a two-way boss!!"
Jiang Lingzhi: "..."
I am afraid that this secondary disease cannot be cured.
Jiang Lingzhi was speechless: "Then he has been standing here?"
"That's right. He can ask if anyone is willing to change his seat. What's the use of standing here, but I think it's unlikely that someone will change his seat..."
The tablemate beeped softly: "Who is so courageous to be at the same table with the boss, don't you want to die??!"
It was already morning reading class, and that person was still standing beside him, very conspicuous.
He Di was the class monitor first, so classroom discipline was naturally under his control.
He walked over from his seat and asked, "Wang Kang, the morning class has already started, why don't you go back to your seat?"
Wang Kang's face was pale, and he looked weak: "Squad leader, I want to change my seat."
He Di first probably knew the reason why he wanted to change seats, and he hesitated: "Now? I'm afraid the teacher must agree to it."
Wang Kang covered his chest: "I think, in this seat, my heart attack may recur."
The corner of He Dixian's mouth twitched: "... so serious?"
Classmate Wang Kang nodded his head angrily.
Thank you, Huan Qi., Yaoyao Guming, the evening scene is super cute~, Ye, who was infected with death, don't be afraid. I am not a good person! , The stars are too high to be picked, the support of the six babies
(end of this chapter)