The body seems to be falling constantly.

The limbs were like they were trapped in the mud.

Her eyes were closed, and there was only the blurry outline of a man in front of her.

“Qianqian…”

"Sister of the Emperor."

She couldn't see who she looked.

Only low calls can be heard.

Very familiar.

But she just couldn't remember.

Who is it?

Who is calling her?

There is a name stuck in the lips and teeth.

She opened her mouth with great difficulty and tried several times before she finally called out the name.

"Xiahou Jing!"

Ying Qian opened her eyes suddenly.

bump!

Another muffled sound came.

It seems like a heavy object landed on the ground.

She was sweating coldly.

The chest was rushing and undulating.

"Yingqian! You actually gave me a class to sleep again?!"

Before Ying Qian could recover, a chalk head slammed heavily on her forehead. She took a breath and looked up, but was stunned.

She actually gave it to a classroom!

At this moment, countless pairs of eyes were staring at them.

In front of the podium, an old man was staring at her fiercely.

Seeing Ying Qian's face, the old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at the podium, and he pointed at the door and shouted:

"You are still sleeping in a mess, right? Get out! Get out! Don't bother me to give lectures to other classmates!"

"ah?"

Ying Qian hasn't come back to her senses yet.

Seeing that the old man looked down again to find chalk, he hurriedly said:

"I'll get out! Get out now!"

She helped the chair that fell to the ground, stared at the strange sight, and trotted out the door.

It's class time now.

The corridor was empty.

Ying Qian found the bathroom well, found a compartment and hid in it. After a while, she was completely accepting the fact that she had arrived in a new world.

That is to say...

Xiahou Jing is really dead.

It was an extremely decisive ending, and it remained in her memory forever.

Yingqian covered her eyes and sighed silently.

[Congratulations to the host, successfully completing the task again!]

【Change settlement.】

【Successfully collect world fragments and obtain five hundred...】

"Shut up."

【叶叶叶.】

The system is quite aggrieved.

But it was also obvious that Ying Qian was in a bad mood and did not dare to speak out again.

She was silent for a long time, then suddenly clenched her fists and said angrily:

"What a lunatic!"

Xiahou Jing succeeded.

Yingqian not only couldn't forget him.

Even now, I can't get enough time.

The kiss full of blood and the bitter sandalwood fragrance.

It seemed like it was still around her.

It will never go away for a long time.

"Damn it, I'm so annoying. System, send me the information about this world."

Ying Qian spat, opened the door and walked out with a calm face. Two little girls were chattering in front of the sink. When they saw Ying Qian who looked like a demon, they were shocked.

The two of them squeezed together, their eyes dodging, but they didn't dare to look at her.

Yu Guang glanced at Ying Qian's door that was about to walk out of the bathroom, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

But unexpectedly, Ying Qian turned her steps and walked to the sink, fiddled with her long hair, stared at the heavy makeup in the mirror, and couldn't see her facial features clearly. She asked:

"Am I scary?"

The two girls were both stunned.

I never thought that Yingqian would return.

She was angry, with some dry anger floating between her eyebrows and eyes.

Look, it's very fierce.

"No...no."

"We're not peeking at you."

Both little girls were shocked.

Crowding in front of the sink farthest from the baby shallow, I wish I could find a crack in the ground to get into it.

The baby touched his nose lightly.

Is she really that scary?

I wanted to find out something.

After seeing this, I couldn't ask anything.

The information sent by the system can be said to be pitiful.

No personal information about family background or background.

Yingqian only knew that she was only sixteen years old.

He is still in his second year of high school...

Bad girl.

This can also be seen from the face that turned into a ghost in the mirror.

She smacked her lips, thinking that this aesthetic can be said to be quite out of the line.

Ying Qian threw Xiahou Jing behind her head, whistled, ignored the strange sight in the corridor, and walked back to the door of the classroom.

It's time to end get out of class.

The old man who threw the chalk head into her was no longer in the classroom, and 80% had already returned to the office to have tea.

She leaned in and saw the person she was looking for at a glance.

How good is it to be if you are not a baby's shallow look.

It's mainly because of Gu Ci, which is too outstanding.

Even when he sat there, his body seemed to be covered with a layer of holy and awe-inspiring light, and even the aura around him was affected. Those classmates who were fighting and making fun of each other subconsciously took a lighter pace when they passed by him.

The same style of school uniform, the one on his body was neat and clean without any wrinkles. It would not be too much to say that he was going to attend fashion week directly.

Ying Qian leaned against the door, wrapped her arms around her chest, and looked at Gu Ci directly.
To be continued...