The class bell rang, and the bell of Jinchen High School was a small piece of comfortable music, not a monotonous "bell-ring-" sound, which sounded trance and tenderness.
The teacher hasn't arrived yet, and the eyes of the students in Class 2 and 1 are still in the last row.
"Qin Lang didn't seem to have fallen too badly. At that time, his head was bleeding a lot, and he looked so scary..."
"He hasn't come for a few days. I thought he would die or become a vegetable after a fall..."
"Oh, it's actually a bit pitiful, I just fell in love with some people and was damaged like that, hurting my self-esteem before I stumbled and fell down the stairs..."
"Some people seem to be calm. After all, they are all classmates. They won't say things like refusing people's hearts alone. It's embarrassing to make people feel embarrassed in person. I don't think it's too much.
The girls' discussions were not too loud or too small, and during this period they frequently set their eyes on Han Han, as if they were not one of the ones who laughed at Qin Lang.
Han Han's face turned white and white, he lowered his head and gritted his teeth without looking back, and pretended not to hear what the girls said about her.
Although Qin Lang was an accident, she also knew in her heart that it had something to do with her, and she wanted to apologize, but... But when she remembered that the man had a fat and shiny face all day long, and his eyes stared at her wretchedly. Physically, the nausea and disgust made her not want to get closer.
In the end, disgust overcame guilt, Han Han's back was straight, he sat upright, and waited for the teacher to teach.
Qin Lang also sat upright. He lowered his head and flipped through the books on the table, and glanced at the next table with his corner of the eye.
On the smooth table, there is a hand, that hand is not as white as Qin Lang, it is the wheat color of ordinary boys, but the phalanges are distinct and the fingers are slender and very beautiful. His blue school uniform seemed to have short sleeves and his wrists were completely exposed. Qin Lang could vaguely see a faded scar.
The owner of that hand seemed to have noticed Qin Lang's gaze, and his movements changed slightly.
Qin Lang stopped looking, and turned to look up at the teacher who came in at the door. The teacher is a beautiful woman with long hair, elegant and intellectual, who teaches English.
"Student Qin Lang, I heard that you had an accident before. Are you feeling better now? Is it okay to take classes?" The teacher looked at Qin Lang tenderly and asked with concern.
Qin Lang got up. The sound of the chair moving was a little loud, breaking the silence in the classroom. He smiled slightly: "Thank you teacher for your concern, I'm fine."
It is said that most of the people who have a good voice are fat people. Qin Lang didn't believe it before, but now he heard the voice slipping out of his throat like the evening wind, faint and refreshing, with the immaturity of a teenager.
The female teacher who asked the question was slightly taken aback, then smiled and let him sit down.
There was silence in the air for a second. Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief -- when did Qin Lang become so polite? !
Qin Lang didn't care, his voice was very low when he sat down, but it was more clearly audible than when he sat down. He listened very carefully throughout the class, and he would read along with the students when the teacher taught the words. The two boys in the front row turned their heads frequently, but every time Qin Lang turned back, he listened to the class carefully and sat upright, as if they had seen a ghost.
"Brother Lang, are you alright?" Finally, after class, Wang Hao in the front row couldn't wait to look back at Qin Lang.
A smile appeared on Qin Lang's lips. He raised his double chin and glanced casually at the window on the left. "What can I do? I'm fine."
Wang Hao and Li Wu, who was at the same table, looked at each other, and understood in their hearts that the boss was still because of the school beauty, and it was probably stimulated by the school beauty's previous words.
Wang Hao also wanted to persuade Qin Lang to say that there is no grass in the end of the world, and Qin Lang's desktop was shrouded in a shadow.
"Young Master Yu." Wang Hao and Li Wu greeted in unison.
"Arang, are you alright?" The person who came said his voice with a warm and jade-like voice, which immediately made people feel like a spring breeze.
"Thank you, Brother Yu, I'm fine." Qin Lang smiled at the person who came, and suddenly remembered something, "Brother Yu, can you lend me the class notes from last week?"
Chen Ziyu, the second male lead in this novel, is also the school grass of this high school, and the prince charming in the hearts of girls. The Chen family and the Qin family are close friends of the family. The two grew up together. If Qin Lang listened to the words most on weekdays, it would be Chen Ziyu.
Chen Ziyu was stunned for a moment, then returned to his seat with a smile, and took two dark blue notebooks to Qin Lang. He didn't ask Qin Lang why, because the reason was too obvious: "Come to me if you don't understand anything."
"Yeah." Qin Lang nodded and opened Chen Ziyu's book. The boy's handwriting was clean, and every stroke was full of confidence.
Chen Ziyu saw that he was watching seriously and didn't wait any longer.
After he left, and before class, Qin Lang noticed that the eyes of his deskmate finally swept in his direction.
Probably the target of sight is not him, but the note in his hand. After all, his tablemate, the male protagonist Ye Qian, his grade was the second in the grade, while Chen Ziyu was the first. He was just a little curious about the opponent's stuff.
but…
[Ding, Ye Qian—favorability score -5, current favorability score -65. ]
The corners of Qin Lang's mouth twitched. I didn't say anything to you. Why did you lower your favorability
When the class bell rang softly again, Qin Lang seemed to hear Ye Qian sneer. Qin Lang understood, Ye Qian was probably laughing at him, the last of the class, who suddenly learned to pretend to be a good student and acted sly.
Qin Lang pretended not to hear anything and didn't say a word to Ye Qian all day. Ye Qian is usually like this. He is taciturn. Qin Lang likes to call him "Silent Dog". It can be said that his tablemate is very rubbish.
Ye Qian is usually scolded and ignored. Qin Lang is a lower who likes to base his happiness on the pain of others. He scolds him if he doesn't speak loudly, then he scolds his parents, and he insults him at every turn. When Ye Qian couldn't help it, he would stare at him with red eyes and desperately stare at him. Once or twice, he would act in a hurry. In fact, Qin Lang was not hurt at all. Instead, he was remembered by the teachers. nor.
Gradually, Ye Qian became more and more silent and forbearance.
The reason Ye Qian was targeted by Qin Lang was also very simple, because Han Han occasionally cared about him once or twice. And the reason why the male protagonist can fall in love with the female protagonist is precisely this high school experience. In the dark world around, the female protagonist's gentleness is like a star that suddenly falls, shining dazzlingly in his world, beautiful and beautiful. It's cute and can't help but yearn for it.
As the sun went down, Qin Lang came out of the school with a schoolbag on his back, followed by two followers, Wang Hao and Li Wu, and Chen Ziyu beside him.
Chen Ziyu is a head taller than him, tall and slender, with excellent temperament. The two of them are very inconsistent when they stand together. With his background, Chen Ziyu looks more and more like a prince charming from a graphic novel, and his whole body is full of light.
Qin Lang had a good chat with them, and when he saw his bodyguard, he broke up with a few people and got into the car.
Sitting in the car, Qin Lang closed his eyes and rested.
System: "You didn't do anything today, and the target has lowered the favorability of you."
Qin Lang knew that it was twenty-five after listening to the rude tone, "Of course I can't do anything now. A person who likes to play tricks on him suddenly treats him nicely. What do you think he will think of me?"
The system pumped: "He will think that you are playing new tricks again. Can you not answer such an idiot question? I just want to remind you that if your favorability is lowered to -100, the mission will be considered a failure." Twenty-five For the first time as a system, if it wasn't for Zero Zero, he would really be too lazy to chat with the host... Oh no, communicate.
"Failure? What happens if the mission fails?" Qin Lang said boredly. Isn't this a blind date game? can have what
"Haha," the system sneered, "It's nothing if you fail once, but if you fail three times, you won't be able to go back."
Qin Lang's expression froze, and then collapsed: "What the fuck! What's wrong with you? What are you? A rogue mechanism? Force people to fall in love?! I want to withdraw funds!"
"Don't ask me, I don't know, it's the first time I've been a system." Withdrawal of capital means withdrawal of capital, it's none of his business.
"..." Your sister!
System: "However, there are additional tasks. If you complete two additional tasks, you can offset one failure of the main task. Be prepared, will you accept it?"
Qin Lang gritted his teeth: "Yes." Being an investor is so aggrieved, there is no one left.
[Ding, extra task: the original owner's wish. Whether to accept? ]
Qin Lang chose to accept. The original owner's wish was exactly what Qin Lang had guessed, to become a real rich and handsome, and to make all those who looked down on him kneel and call his father.
This was originally what Qin Lang had to do, and this task was just a matter of convenience. According to his previous knowledge of AI work, the completion of such an additional task usually has additional rewards, which is not bad.
Qin Lang gets up every morning and runs around his villa for 20 minutes, and goes back to jog on the treadmill for half an hour at night, as well as push-ups and sit-ups. After exercising, the massage therapist's massage to lose weight not only relieves muscles, but also has the effect of decompressing and reducing fat.
Qin Lang did not waste half an hour of massage time to complete his homework. He thought it was nothing, but his parents were moved to tears, they had already witnessed the transformation of their son.
Of course, they weren't the only witnesses, so were the classmates.
Qin Lang hadn't said a word to Ye Qian for two weeks. Wang Hao tried to tease Ye Qian as usual several times, but he saw that their boss was indifferent, and seemed to have no interest in Ye Qian at all.
Ye Qian was finally willing to look at Qin Lang once or twice, but he didn't believe that Little Bawang really changed his mind.
He always felt in his heart that Qin Lang was just letting him relax his guard and was ready to take revenge on him—because Qin Lang fell down the stairs that day, he stood beside him, didn't stretch out his hand to pull him, just looked at his whole face indifferently stained with blood.
"The final exam is coming soon. Tomorrow our class will have a mock exam. Although it's just a test, but..." The class teacher was still talking about the teacher's precautions on the podium.
Qin Lang didn't listen, he was doing his homework with a pen. Ye Qian didn't listen, and was reciting words.
Qin Lang glanced at the hand on the textbook. The sleeves of the school uniform seemed to be shorter. The scar on his wrist was clearer than what Qin Lang saw last time. It was a little longer, as if it had been scratched by a sharp weapon. .
Qin Lang didn't take back his gaze this time, but moved his gaze up and placed it on Ye Qian's side face. The young man's black hair is long, covering his brows and eyes, his profile is very indifferent, the closer he gets, the more he can feel the cold air of his refusal. The facial features are well-proportioned, the bridge of the nose is high, the corners of the lips are pressed down, and the color of the thin lips is a little white, which is probably the sight of Qin Lang.
Sure enough, the young man turned his head and looked at Qin Lang displeased and defensively. His dark eyes were like the night, making it difficult to see clearly.
"What are you doing?" Two weeks later, this was the first conversation between the two. Ye Qian didn't expect that he would be the first to speak.
A provocative smile appeared on Qin Lang's lips: "Bibi, who wins first?"
Ye Qian's black eyes swept the big face in front of him, which had obviously lost a lot of weight, and frowned and spit out two words: "Problem."
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