Tang Xinrou fainted from crying in the toilet.
However, this time even An Feiran thought Xu Yue was right.
In order to prevent another lesson from the group, Tang Xinrou quieted down a class.
During the break between classes, I suddenly heard someone discussing.
"Hey, have you gone to see it? There are many people in our school, and they are still carrying cameras."
"Camera? Is another director coming to our school to take pictures? Oh, if this happens, our school will become popular! Will it become a tourist attraction?"
"No! This time I'm here to shoot Song Jingwan! Tsk, it's different to become a star, and I saw a lot of people ask her to sign her autograph!"
Just as Tang Xinrou raised her head curiously, she was hit on the head.
It didn't hurt, but it shrank her down.
He turned his head aggrieved.
The girl sat by the window, elegant and calm, as if nothing had happened.
"Read well."
"But, Yaoyao, aren't you curious?"
"Still have time to be curious? Add a math paper and do it now."
Tang Xinrou: "Hello!"
"An Feiran, come and look at her."
Song Yaoyao directly interrupted Tang Xinrou's words with a faint voice.
Tang Xinrou bit the tip of the pen, looking at the clean young man walking towards her, her cheeks were hot, she felt pain and happiness.
Listening to them gossip so happily, she thought too!
but soon—
Her pain was finally shared with someone.
Moreover, it is a whole class of people.
Outside the window, the photography team curiously stopped outside Class Three.
Ask: "Is this your class?"
Everyone in the classroom is doing their own things, writing papers and reading books. In the quiet air, there is only the rustling sound of pens rubbing against paper.
There is no teacher sitting in the classroom, it all depends on self-consciousness.
The sunlight passes through the transparent glass, like broken gold, and sprinkles in the classroom.
The beautiful picture makes people breathless, and then I can't help but miss it.
Looking at them, it was as if I had traveled back to high school all of a sudden and became a member of the reviewing army in the classroom.
Song Jingwan looked away, and smiled generously, "No, although I really want to, but it's a pity."
She spread her hands, and after training, she already has a strong camera sense. She knew which angle she looked best, bowed her head, smiled, and gently pinned her broken hair behind her ears.
The voice was nice and gentle, "Haven't everyone always been curious about what the legendary third class of Liyang looked like? Well, that's it. All of them work hard, and the learning atmosphere is simply not too good!"
The host was amused by her, "What class does Jing Wan belong to?"
Song Jingwan rolled her eyes, "Class One, come with me."
She walked a little slowly and looked normal.
Without makeup, she was wearing a small brown suit uniform with a knee-length pleated skirt and black leather shoes.
The sun danced above her head, and her ponytail swayed. It's beautiful enough without a filter.
This is probably the young capital.
The host was very face-saving, "Wow!" He exclaimed, "Is it Liyang's key class? That Jingwan is amazing!"
"It's average. My final grades last year were very poor. This time I took a few months off work to make up lessons. Look, my hairline is going bald~~"
She lifted her bangs without fear of embarrassment, and her face was almost in front of the camera.
The more this is the case, the more people can see her flawless little face.
"Haha, how can it be, it's still so good-looking! If you say that, what will we bald people do?"