A repeater was involved in Class 8, Grade 3.

Because she had made a prank last time, everyone couldn't stand her, but now she seems to have found an outlet to vent.

Those who are brave and not afraid of causing trouble will directly provoke and defamate them in person. Those who are timid and timid also talk behind their backs. They look down on her in school wearing famous brands every day.

Students should be like students. If you keep talking about the top brands all day long, you will appear to be rich, you are out of place, and you are superior, so then go to a noble school and what will you do in their small temple?

For a moment, the most annoying thing in the class was no longer the cowardly Gu Mingchuan, but instead became the hypocritical Tang Niannan.

In this kind of exclusion atmosphere, Tang Niannan would start to retaliate with a arrogant look on her face. As a result, she was intimidated by several bad young people in society several times, and she gradually calmed down.

The dissatisfaction made her more sensitive, and she always felt that someone scolded her.

My mood is low, my little face is yellow, and I often curl up in the corner without saying a word.

In just over a week, Tang Niannan couldn't stand the crowd and dropped out of school.

It was rainy the day she left, and the sky was heavy outside, and it was drizzling.

Qi Hui stood at the door of the classroom and was talking to a noble lady, vaguely and unable to hear what she was saying.

Tang Niannan lowered her head and packed up her things silently. No one helped her, and no one looked up at her, and they all lowered their heads to do their own questions.

He just followed the noble lady so lonely and left.

The moment she left the door, the blockbuster looked up.

The classroom seemed to break into a nest of little bees, buzzing, and they all looked very excited.

The annoying guy is finally gone! Worth celebrating! Happy!

Tang Qian's spine was straight, wearing a wide autumn school uniform, revealing her long white neck, like an elegant little swan.

She was seriously calculating physics questions on the draft paper, and it seemed that everything outside had nothing to do with her.

I don’t know if it was because of Gu Mingchuan’s broken hand or because there was an extra Tang Niannan diverted everyone’s attention. Anyway, no one paid attention to Gu Mingchuan who was silent for a long time.

In mid-September, Gu Mingchuan removed the plaster and the doctor told him to perform appropriately. At the end of October, he was finally completely cured.

Tang Qian breathed a lot of relief, and felt that she had done her best.

After the third monthly exam results came out, a group of people fell off their chins.

Gu Mingchuan is not the last one?!

He successfully got rid of twenty-two classmates and ranked 40th in the class.

Although he is still a member of the squad, Qi Hui is so moved that he almost burst into tears.

Gu Mingchuan, who hasn't painted for a long time, has itchy hands and hearts. While taking advantage of the class meeting, Qi Hui boosted morale on the podium. Looking forward to the future, he quietly pulled out a stack of white paper from the book.

Tang Qian's eyebrows and eyes are of exquisite type. She is extremely stunning at first glance, and she looks at it carefully and has indescribable beauty.

What he drew was like when she looked down and read a book. Her eyes were drooping, making her eyelashes look long and dense, and her lips slightly raised, gentle and serious.

Her collarbone is delicate and small, and it makes the young man with a different feeling.

After not drawing for three months, Gu Mingchuan felt that he was unfamiliar, and the girl on the paper was not as beautiful as one in ten thousand.

He sighed softly, took out the math book from the book, and wanted to stuff this painting that had no form or spirit into it.

"Okay, I've written it all for you, you..." Tang Qian suddenly returned all the papers for this monthly exam. She was so scared that her hand shook, and the math book fell to the ground, and more than a dozen paintings were scattered inside.

Tang Qian lowered her head curiously and helped him pick it up: "What is this..."

Gu Mingchuan was in a hurry and rushed to grab it, fearing that she would become unfamiliar with him because of his secret love.

Tang Qian avoided the conditioned reflex for a while.

This hiding made one of the boy's hands touch somewhere on her chest.

The air seems to solidify.

Gu Mingchuan was so scared that he hurriedly withdrew his hand, feeling that the hand was about to burn...

What happened? What did he do? He, he touched...

Ahhhhh! He, he...

Gu Mingchuan was about to explode on the spot.

She won't think he is a hooligan, will she? She won't be angry, will she?

The boy's face turned red, his earlobes were red, like blood, bright and colorful.

"I, I will be responsible for you." He stuttered, his mind was completely short-circuited, relying on instinct only.

Tang Qian was holding the drawing paper in her hand, and she was also a little confused.

No, aren't you sorry?

What kind of responsibility should you bear?

The boy in front of him was dumb and stupid, with his beautiful peach blossom eyes shimmering, so scared that he seemed to be able to cry in the next second.

Tang Qian pursed her lips and held back her smile.

"Did you... laugh?" Seeing the curve of the corners of her mouth, Gu Mingchuan asked in a low voice, afraid that she would anger him to take advantage of it.

"No." The girl deliberately frowned and said mutely.

She was taken advantage of, so she was just laughing!

He lowered his eyes, his lips stammered, and felt aggrieved: "It's obvious that he just laughed."

Tang Qian: "…"

"Puff." She couldn't help laughing at the end and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay, you didn't mean it, don't be so stupid, you're so stupid."

Gu Mingchuan: "..."

He is really not cute, he can't praise a boy like this!

Tang Qian lowered her head and was obviously stunned when she saw these paintings.

She was running on the playground, with wet hair on her forehead, and just passed by a peach tree, with petals falling on the top of her hair.

Clean and beautiful, full of youthful vitality.

Her side face, with soft lines, and an indescribable beauty.

There are many scenes that she doesn't even know when it happened.

The paintings are exquisite, and the three-point beauty is also magnified into ten.

"You drew it?"

He hesitated and finally admitted: "Yes."

"The paintings are so beautiful." She looked at them one by one, unable to help but exclaim, "Why are all the paintings me?"

The head teacher was still making a generous speech on the podium, and in the corner, the two of them at the last table were whispering.

"You...you look good." He raised his eyes and glanced at her, feeling that she didn't seem angry, and felt relieved. He gently twisted his fingers, as if he was soft and hot.

Tang Qian didn't expect that such a stupid child would praise the girl for being beautiful, so she couldn't help but smile and bend her eyes: "I'm painting me, can I give it to me? I think it's quite beautiful, much better than me."

"You look better than it!"

How can the deadly and dull painting be compared with one millionth of hers? Her anger and smile are particularly fascinating.

The young lady who was praised for her beauty wanted to rub her cute dog head, but it was in the classroom and it was difficult to implement it, so she had to give up this idea.

"It's good if you like to take it." Anyway, there are many more at home.

"Why don't you go to the art class if you paint so well?"

"I don't want to."

The art class has no more than her, so what will he do?

Gu Mingchuan spent a high price to hire a professional teacher to teach him in a targeted manner on Saturdays and Sundays, and he studied with his deskmate from Monday to Friday.

When Tang Qian heard him say he didn't want to, she didn't ask much. Everyone has their own choices, as long as they can be responsible for their choices.

In November, it was already much colder.

Tang Qian was afraid of the cold, so she put on a small cotton jacket early, with a snow-white color.

Ordinary girls cannot control such white colors, which will make people look darker. But Tang Qian is different. Her skin is very white, like milk. Wearing such whiteness will only make her look whiter.

The thick cotton jacket sets off the face and the whole face are small, with a pointed chin and very clean.

When it gets cold, she will easily get cold hands and feet, which will cause dysmenorrhea.

These days are very unfortunate, and relatives visited us.

Maybe it was because she had experienced too much pain in her previous life, and Tang Qian's definition of pain may be different from that of ordinary people.

Although sweat beads appeared on her forehead that hurt, she still felt that she could tolerate it.

Gu Mingchuan looked at her pale little face and bloodless lips, and after he stabbed her heart, he tried hard to stir it up.

He could do nothing, so he could only give her a hot water bag, let her hold it, and urged her to drink more hot water. Worrying that someone would leak air through the back door would make her feel even more uncomfortable, he simply locked the back door and no one was allowed to enter.
To be continued...