Hello, Mr. School Prince

Since then, he has never laughed again, is uncertain, moody, and has a very extreme personality.

He is a demon without any emotions in him, which is daunting.

Today, when Prince Xi Gu came to the academy, he was in a good mood and his whole person had changed, so they all knew that the little bun had returned.

Leng Yu smiled sinisterly, "Have you noticed that Xiao Fengfeng is so thin? It feels like a small pain at first glance."

Fang Jiming, "..."

Ling Weifeng indeed has a small skeleton.

Zhou Meige was relieved. It turned out to be a misunderstanding. She almost really thought that Prince Xi Gu liked men.

She smiled slightly, "They have a good relationship."

"This is natural and better than my brothers. They grew up wearing a pair of pants and ate and slept together when they were young. This relationship between Ming Ming and I can't be compared to a little bun's finger."

The cold tone was sour, in Xiao Baozi's eyes, he and Fang Jiming together were probably not as good as a finger of Prince Xi Gu.

Fang Jiming just smiled and did not speak.

Although they can be regarded as friends who have been playing since childhood, but the princes of Xi Gu and Ling Weifeng have a relationship that they have had since their infancy, and they can't be compared.

In the afternoon, ten minutes before class time, Ling Weifeng walked into the classroom leisurely, and at a glance she saw several people in her seat.

She raised her eyebrows and heard Xu Yueer's arrogant voice just as she approached.

"Wang Jiaohua, don't be shameless, this lady has taken a fancy to your seat, so hurry up and pack my things and let me go."

There are some pretty girls standing around, dressed glamorously, with hands around the chest, and high toes.

They all looked at Wang Jiaohua disdainfully, and pointed.

"Whatever you look at, it's ugly, and you don't look at what you are like, it's simply a shame to our class."

"Hurry up, do you think that if you occupy the seat of Young Master Ling at the same table, will Young Master Ling look at you? Don't be shameless, bitch."

Wang Jiaohua clenched her hands into fists tightly, her fingertips were pinched white. She was stiff and biting her lower lip stubbornly. This was not the first time this humiliation was she could bear.

She has no identity, no background, and in the eyes of these rich children, she has always been just a joke.

Seeing her motionless, Xu Yueer slapped her on her head and slapped her back, "Hurry up, don't you see that class is about to start."

A female classmate who had played well with Xu Yueer impatiently picked up Wang Jiaohua’s schoolbag and threw it directly at her face, “Hurry up, just because you are an ugly monster, are you worthy of sitting next to Master Ling? The more you come, who can stand beside Young Master Ling."

The schoolbag smashed on the face, directly smashing Wang Jiaohua's black-framed glasses to the ground, and the book was scattered on the ground.

Wang Jiaohua didn't move. She felt that she was like a monkey in the animal circle, allowing people to watch and laugh.

People here have never looked down upon her, even if she scores first in the class, in the eyes of these people, she is just a clown.

Forcefully suppressing the humiliation in her heart, Wang Jiaohua squatted down and reached out to pick up the glasses that fell on the ground.

Without knowing who kicked her in the back, she threw herself forward and fell a shit.

"Hahaha, look at her, do you look like a dog lying down?"

"Hahaha..."

There was a burst of laughter, and Wang Jiaohua couldn't wait for a hole to go in.

She has never suffered such humiliation.

At this moment, the laughter suddenly stopped, and the whole classroom was so quiet that even a needle could be heard.