The Fake Daughter has to be the Group Favorite of Seven Brothers

It’s obviously handwritten, the characters are so beautiful, the coordinate axes drawn are prettier than theirs, and the gap between people is so huge.

They really want to collect it.

Half an hour later, everyone in the classroom was gone, and He Jing had to go back. Yingao did not study late at night. The teacher’s timing to end get out of class was as accurate as a time-telling bird. If students want to achieve good results, they must work hard after class. .

He Jing packed her schoolbag and held it loosely on her shoulders. She was about to leave but was stopped by someone. She didn’t even raise her eyelids and said emotionlessly: “Is there anything else?”

There was grievance in Cheng Yi’s eyes, looking quite pitiful: “Why can’t we be friends? Although we have exchanged identities, it’s not my fault, classmate He Jing. We really don’t need to be so tit-for-tat.”

Hearing this, He Jing looked at her angrily and amusedly: “When did we start tit-for-tat?”

“Is it because the teacher asked me to come up and teach you how to do the questions and it hurts your face? Or is it because I refuse to give you tutoring?”

“Classmate Cheng Yi, I don’t want to be friends with you because we are not the same person, that’s all.”

Cheng Yi was so embarrassed and angry, but she couldn’t help but retort: ​​”Aren’t you angry because I took away your identity? You clearly…”

“No.”

He Jing just looked at her openly, her eyes as clear as a clear spring.

“I don’t care about this thing from a wealthy family. If you want, just take it.”

After all, we have lived enough lives of glory and wealth, right?

She just wants to live a normal life now.

Cheng Yi was speechless and choked, inexplicably feeling very humble. Even though she was the real daughter of a wealthy family, she felt as if this identity was stolen from her…

Why.

Why is this happening.

“Come on for the monthly exam and wish you good luck.”

He Jing threw these words lightly and walked away from her. …

Silver High School doesn’t have evening self-study, but No. 1 Middle School still requires it. The students in No. 1 Middle School are notoriously hard-working. They don’t get out of school until nine o’clock every day. The total number of test papers can circle the earth twice, and they have also been on the city’s news.

Almost every year, the provincial top scorer in the college entrance examination comes from No. 1 Middle School, and He Jing has full respect for this school.

She wanted to wait for He Ning and He Sui to go back together after school, so she wandered around the No. 1 Middle School alone, got familiar with the surrounding area, and bought oden and two sticks of ice cream.

The ice cream was undoubtedly for He Ning, and she planned to bring the oden to He Xiaoguo and the others.

They don’t usually have the opportunity to eat snacks like this, they will definitely like it…

He Jing thought and looked at her phone. It was almost time and it was time to go to No. 1 Middle School.

Passing by a certain alley, I suddenly smelled a smell of blood.

A steel pipe was thrown away, making a crisp sound on the ground, and a few stray dogs barked. It was obvious that something bad was happening in the alley.

He Jing has always had little interest in this kind of behavior that violates the spirit of socialism, prosperity, democracy, friendship and mutual assistance. In her eyes, people who rely on violence to solve problems are mentally retarded. Only savage animals hunt each other. The country’s efforts to crack down on gangs and eliminate evil are still Not enough…

Suddenly, she heard someone shout: “Yan Hanxi!”

As if there were nails under her feet, He Jing stopped and looked into the alley.

The sky was dark, with a moon hanging in the sky. The tall and straight boy outlined a shallow silver silhouette in the moonlight. His straight shoulders were like rugged mountains. Half of them were hidden in the darkness, and half of them were exposed to the moonlight. The wind blew. His white shirt revealed a thin and fair waist, as well as a dazzling red mole on his waist.

Hearing the noise, he turned around, his eyes as narrow as those of Qinghong, and the cruel feeling in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

——Yan Hanxi!

(End of chapter)