Zhang Wanlin's family background is average and his appearance is average, plus that flat head shape makes it even more average.

To what extent?

Throw it in the crowd and you won't find that right away.

Today, this so-so-so-so-so young man was actually favored by the goddess—she went from heaven to earth, sitting beside him.

Zhang Wanlin is unbelievable about such a development. Could it be that his peach blossoms have come?

But I am only 16 years old.

Even one of the three major illusions in life occurred, that others like themselves.

Impossible, how can a goddess like him?

And they usually don't have much communication, and they don't talk very much, so it's even more impossible to talk about liking.

It seems that it can only be attributed to the word fate.

Yang Xue had nothing wrong with Mo Yanran's proposal. It is of course the best for excellent students to help poor students, but she still asked, "Will sitting here affect you?"

Mo Yanran shook her head: "All the same teachers."

"Well, Qin Fei, you and Mo Yanran change positions."

At the same table, Qin Fei glanced at Zhang Wanlin with envy and hatred, and whispered: "You toad, don't think about eating swan meat."

"Go fast, where is so much nonsense?"

Zhang Wanlin urged.

I haven't made a stroke of the horoscope yet, I just think of those that are not.

Qin Fei was sitting next to the window on the right side of the classroom, and Zhang Wanlin was sitting outside him, which meant that every time Qin Fei stepped out of the room, he had to move Zhang Wanlin's chair.

The location inside is rare to appreciate the natural beauty outside, the sea and the sky.

It is an excellent location.

Mo Yanran and Qin Fei changed seats and sat beside Zhang Wanlin.

Although she was wearing a school uniform, she still couldn't hide her beauty.

Especially the pure and beautiful face, even if the eyelashes tremble slightly, it is enough to make people imagine.

The distance between two people has never been so close once before, if there is no accident, they will continue to be close like this in the future.

Of course, Zhang Wanlin didn't think that some carp jumped into the dragon's gate and changed the relationship between the two in the past.

At best, it's just the luck of the peach blossoms from heaven.

"Please give me your advice in the future, classmate Zhang Wanlin."

Mo Yanran smiled at Zhang Wanlin.

"Well, show me a lot."

Zhang Wanlin responded.

After the math class, the next step is history.

History teachers often follow the textbooks, and after a lesson, it is like reading a book by themselves, which is very boring.

Zhang Wanlin almost went to bed after listening to his class. No, even though there was a big beautiful woman sitting upright next to him, she was still fighting with her eyelids and was about to fall asleep.

No more, no more.

Must lie down for a while.

Zhang Wanlin stood up the textbook as before, and fell asleep at the back of the textbook.

But before his eyes were completely closed this time, a jade hand grabbed his ear and said gently: "Hey, Zhang Wanlin, can you sleep well in class?"

"Why are you pulling my ears."

Zhang Wanlin complained and straightened up again.

"But I can't pinch your nose, right?"

Mo Yanran still clenched her ears.

"I mean, you don't have to use the tugging method at all."

"Then what do you want me to use?"

"For example, the way it is called."

"Oh, like the little brother getting up?"

"Yes, it would be better if you could be gentler."

"Think beautiful!"

With such a conversation, Zhang Wanlin was energetic, and it was rare to be serious.

There is still pressure in front of the school tyrant and beauty, and he can no longer hang around like he used to.

But wait.

Zhang Wanlin glanced sideways and saw that Mo Yanran was also standing up with a book like he was sleeping. Don't get me wrong. He was not studying hard, but was holding a youth magazine in it. He was watching with relish and giggling from time to time.

This shocked Zhang Wanlin to no more.

This is a schoolmaster?

This is the monitor?

Reading extracurricular books during class! The tall man set crashed down.

Now Zhang Wanlin wondered where she came to help him with tuition, obviously looking for a perfect location to read extracurricular books.

"Hello, class leader classmate."

Zhang Wanlin leaned over and said, "Don't let people sleep, but it turns out that you take the lead in reading extracurricular books, right?"

Mo Yanran said: "What's wrong, I can do it all.

But you won't, will you? "

Zhang Wanlin was speechless when it made sense.

"Then what book are you reading?

I also have a look. "

He leaned close again, his neck stretched out into a giraffe.

"Hey! Are you trying to let the class know that I'm reading extracurricular books?"

Mo Yanran frowned, to prevent the troublemaker from approaching again.

"Who told you not to let me sleep."

"You sleep every day, can't hibernation be possible."

Zhang Wanlin just wanted to refute, but suddenly thought of a question, how did she know that she was sleeping every day?

If one person does not deliberately pay attention to another person, it is difficult to find this, right?

So, Mo Yanran is paying attention to herself?

Mo Yanran obviously noticed her mistakes, and quickly added: "Don't get me wrong, as a class leader, caring for every classmate is a basic duty."

Mo Yanran continued to read, while Zhang Wanlin was playing Hache while listening to the class. Bored, he looked aside from time to time.

I always think this youth magazine is very familiar.

It wasn't until Mo Yanran turned to the latest page of the serialized "Basketball Boy" novel that Zhang Wanlin suddenly realized.

This is the young man guest! Unexpectedly, she also read the novel in this.

Zhang Wanlin is the author of the contract on the young man guest, and the serialized novel is "Basketball Boy".

Watching "Basketball Boy", Mo Yanran became more interesting and looked as serious as studying.

Seeing that his book is still liked by such a beautiful woman, Zhang Wanlin has a different sense of accomplishment in his heart.

He spoke up: "Unexpectedly you also like this novel?"

Mo Yanran glanced at him complainingly, seeming to be angry at his interruption: "Why, do you like it too?"

"Well, I like it too.

And I am a senior reader. "

Zhang Wanlin said, "Then which character do you like?"

"Are you annoying, do you have to talk about it now?"

"Well, I will continue to class."

Zhang Wanlin turned his head, although he was rejected, but very proud.

Halfway through the history class, the teacher was still talking on the podium, and dense history has been written on the blackboard.

But Zhang Wanlin is not the only one who is boring, other students are also quite boring.

Read comics, read comics, chat in a whisper.

The buddies are looking over from the front table a few rows apart, staring at him, as if saying, "Don't do anything to my goddess."

He is a veteran Mo Yanran fan and has talked about her a lot in private.

What she likes, what she hates, when she goes to school, when she leaves, everything is fine.

However, I am less courageous than Zhang Wanlin and dare not start a conversation at all.

Mo Yanran suddenly put down the magazine and took a picture of Zhang Wanlin who was making eye contact with Qin Fei: "Why don't you do that, you won't be able to listen to the class anyway, I just have time."

How about taking advantage of this time to tutor your maths? "

Zhang Wanlin was taken aback, how did the squad leader think of this genius?

Remedial mathematics in history class?

Have you considered the feelings of a history teacher?