Dressed as a fake sweet lady

Chapter 13, I am a group pet

On both sides of the school gate stands a lifelike and majestic stone lion, majestic and sacred.

Shizhong College, with a long history of hundreds of years, is a key middle school in the city.

It can be said that it is a noble academy, or it can not be said.

Because it accepts two types of students, one is poor students who can enroll for free with excellent grades; the other is rich children who have money from their families.

Of course, if your family is rich and strong in learning, Shizhong College will not reject you.

There is a huge difference between the two, but the school's system allows the two kinds of students to live in peace in the same school for many years.

As long as someone is making trouble in school, no matter how big your background is, you will inevitably be punished or even expelled.

This is its courage and its charm.

Unfortunately, Jiang Xinyue is currently the second type. She can't study well, and her family has money, so she got into Shizhong College.

Jiang Xinyue soon found her class.

Don't ask her why she does this, after all, the school's bulletin board is not a decoration.

As a living sweet heroine, of course her popularity is not good.

As soon as she entered the classroom, Jiang Xinyue was enveloped by care from all directions.

"Xiaoyue, I miss you so much. I heard from the teacher in charge that you are on sick leave. Why didn't you reply when I sent you a message on Pigeon?"

Pigeon is the social software of this world.

"I want to hug Xiaoyue to relieve my long-term lovesickness."

Jiang Xinyue was hugged, kissed, and buried by all the enthusiastic female students with a blank face.

... Cough cough, the last one is too much!

Jiang Xinyue broke free from their clutches, and under their staring eyes, her cherry lips parted slightly, and a sweet voice sounded.

"I'm a little dizzy and out of oxygen."

"Oh, it's all your fault, I told you not to squeeze!"

The 1.7-meter-tall short-haired girl who looks like Yu Jie complains to the people around her.

Jiang Xinyue's face flushed, she glanced at the girl, and the smell of strawberries still lingered on the tip of her nose.

Hey, the most foul is you! !
"Mu Piaopiao! If you talk nonsense again, be careful that I will tear you apart."

The round face was a bit fleshy, and the petite girl with long hair refused to be outdone, and immediately turned back.

The named Mu Piaopiao is the short-haired Yujie girl just now.

Seeing that the two heroines were about to fight, Jiang Xinyue hurriedly walked between them.

"Piao Piao, Yu Xin, stop arguing, the teacher is coming soon."

The two girls burst out laughing because of Jiang Xinyue's penetration.

Don't look at Mu Piaopiao and Yang Xinyu's ruthlessness in each other, in fact, they have been friends for many years and have a deep relationship.

"Xiaoyue, you are so cute, don't worry, I won't fight with her."

Don't look at Mu Piao Piao's appearance as Gao Leng Yujie, but she is actually a funny and chatty person.

Moreover, she also has a well-known little hobby, which is cuteness control!
As the mascot of Class 9, Jiang Xinyue has exquisite facial features like a Barbie doll. She is small, beautiful, cute and soft, with a delicate and soft body, so she naturally becomes Mu Piaopiao's favorite.

The other female students claimed to be Jiang Xinyue's mother fan (Dawu) and sister fan.

Jiang Xinyue's class 9 is a liberal arts class, with a male to female ratio of 2:5. The class style is harmonious and civilized, and Jiang Xinyue is directly regarded as a group favorite.

Except for a certain girl who rolled her eyes and let out a disdainful sneer, that girl is not unfamiliar, and that girl is Jin Cuilan.

"My previous mobile phone was broken, and I couldn't log in to my account, so I didn't see the messages you sent."

Jiang Xinyue said without blushing.

"So it's like this, it doesn't matter, how much is your new account? I'll add you."

Mu Piaopiao's eyes are full of love, and the look she looks at Jiang Xinyue is somewhat similar to that of Jiang Zheming.

The same is true for Yang Yuxin.

The hospitality was hard to come by, Jiang Xinyue took the paper and pen from them, and wrote a set of numbers.

The class bell rang, and everyone went back to their seats.

Class 9 is a class for children from rich families, and there are basically no requirements for grades. Anyway, their family will arrange for them to go abroad to go gold-plated.

The teacher was lecturing normally on the podium, and the students below had their own small movements, but none of them made any noise to affect others.

The teacher also raised his eyelids, opened and closed one eye and passed.

Mu Piaopiao gets sleepy as soon as she arrives in class. She is Jiang Xinyue's deskmate, squinting her eyes while lying on the desk.

Jiang Xinyue took out a brand new textbook from the desk.

Obviously, half of a semester has passed, and this textbook is unbelievably clean, with only one name.

Jiang Xinyue naturally knew the reason.

Jiang Zheming doesn't expect "her" to be very successful at all, he only hopes that she will be healthy and happy.

Zhong Yuqi's attitude towards her was even more responsive, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was doting.

Other wealthy families may require their children to learn various talents, but the Jiang family does not.

If it weren't for the halo of the heroine, "she" might not have survived to adulthood.

Looking at the teacher on the podium, Jiang Xinyue wandered away.

In the real world, Jiang Xinyue's family is the richest man in the area, and her parents are in a business marriage without feelings.

Because there is an elder brother with outstanding qualifications in the family, and although her father is mediocre, he is also happy to be mediocre.

On weekdays, she idles around and hangs around in the flowers. She is a well-known playboy, and she rarely returns home. For her only daughter, she is just completing the task of giving birth.

Her mother is not much different from her father, they each play their own way, and have never treated Jiang Xinyue badly in terms of money.

When she was a child, Jiang Xinyue thought that she was not good enough or well-behaved enough, so she didn't have the love of her parents.

She studied hard and won various awards.

After they knew it, they just responded with a flat "oh" and "um" in a perfunctory manner.

Fortunately, Jiang Xinyue has a grandmother who loves her very much.

Her hard work has been praised and her dedication has been noticed.

Later, she became the number one student in the college entrance examination that year, and the parental love that was overdue for many years also came, but she didn't need it anymore.

They try to make her go their way.

For 18 years, the obedient and docile good girl, contrary to everyone's expectations, had a rebellious period for the first time in her life.

……

"Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue."

Mu Piao fluttered Jiang Xinyue's arm who was in a daze.

"Well, what happened?"

Jiang Xinyue regained consciousness as if waking up from a dream, and looked up at Mu Piaopiao.

"get out of class is over, I asked you if you want to go to the canteen, what are you thinking? So engrossed."

Mu Piaopiao muttered, and Yang Yuxin also came over.

"It's nothing, just thought that it's not the school's art performance competition for a while?"

Jiang Xinyue found something casually and responded.

"Oh, that's nothing to do with our class, let's go."

When Mu Piaopiao heard this, he was not interested anymore.

Participating in activities organized by the school can add credits, but no one in Class 9 participated, and at most he was a melon-eating crowd.

In the midsummer, after leaving the air-conditioned classroom, you will feel obviously hot and dry.

Although it is a school canteen, it is as big as a supermarket, with all kinds of snacks, school supplies and so on.

Although Yang Yuxin looks delicate on the surface, her temper is like that of an authentic Northeast person.

He is bold and forthright.

With one hand on his waist, the other hand slapped the campus card on the checkout counter.

(End of this chapter)