After the adopted daughter of a wealthy family was reborn, everyone was cremated

Chapter 15 Don’t look at it
"What are you two doing here?"

Hearing the vicissitudes of male voice, An Ran and Shi Jian both turned their heads and saw the head teacher, Old Chen, walking towards them with his hands behind his back.

"Good morning, teacher." Shi Jian said.

"Good morning, teacher." An Ran looked at the thin but sharp-eyed head teacher in front of her and smiled slightly, "I am asking Shi Jian about the recent course progress."

Lao Chen walked to them and paused slightly, "How are you asking?"

"I just asked." An Ran smiled cutely at Old Chen, her fair face looking particularly delicate.

She knew that Lao Chen always had a good temper towards well-behaved students.

"Then you continue talking." As expected, Lao Chen smiled at An Ran, glanced at Shi Jian again, and walked towards the window of the classroom in front.

When he saw that Lao Chen was already leaning against the window and carefully observing the students in the class, he had no intention of looking here.

Shi Jian asked An Ran softly, "Have you just finished breakfast?"

"It's done." An Ran still had a cute smile on her face.

Shi Jian quickly pursed her lips again, "I just forgot to tell you that our class will be changing seats this afternoon."

Doesn't that mean she has to ask for the names of her deskmates again?
An Ran wanted to curse very much.

Seeing the smile disappearing instantly on the girl's face, Shi Jian wanted to laugh unsympathetically, but quickly changed the subject, "Do you have anything to ask me about homework?"

"Oh, yes."

Thinking of my previous life, I also thought of my next request.

The guilt deep in An Ran's heart was like a vine that had just crawled out of a crack in the ground, and she was eager to poke her head out.

His thin shoulders sagged, "I would like to ask you to help me make up my classes, can you?"

Shi Jian's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "Did I hear you correctly?"

"Don't be surprised, I really want you to help me make up my classes." An Ran raised her head and looked at Shi Jian pleadingly, "Can you do that?"

"???"

"No?" An Ran gritted her teeth, "I can pay you."

"..." Is it a matter of money?
"Isn't it okay to pay?" An Ran drooped her little head.

High school students all have a heavy academic workload, and they are still in the same class, so the pressure of competition is even greater.

The monthly exam was due in a few days, and Shi Jian didn't want it, which she could understand.

She felt quite embarrassed to make this request, and the vine called "guilt" in her heart began to creep darkly in her heart again.

To be honest, what kind of good person would catch someone so excited?

Even if Shi Jian has a good temper, is that not the reason why she keeps taking advantage of others? !
However, isn’t there nothing she can do?

She had no impression of the other boys in the class, and those who did have no impression of their character. Except for the one in front of her, she was not willing to waste energy on making friends with anyone at this time.

Besides continuing to look for him, who else could I look for?

Forget it, she's not a good person anyway.

"Are you still unwilling?" An Ran's eyes flashed with worry, as if she was worried that her request would be really troublesome, "Then forget it, I'll find someone else."

Seeing her apologetic look, Shi Jian quickly said, "It's not that I'm unwilling, I'm just surprised that you need tutoring..."

Still looking for me.

A person whose grades are not as good as yours.

"Don't be surprised." An Ran said dejectedly, "You will know later."

"How do you want me to help you?" Shi Jian quickly recalled An Ran's recent absence in her mind. She felt that it was not difficult to do and it shouldn't take long. "I want me to tell you about each class. Process, or is there something you don’t understand that you need to ask me about?”

"So, you agreed?" "Otherwise?" The young man's voice was smiling.

"Then you have to be mentally prepared."

"What mental preparation?"

"Psychological preparation for a protracted war."

"???"

Thinking of the heavy responsibility that the young man was about to face, An Ran's face became serious unconsciously, "But don't worry, I will try my best [-]%!"

"..."

……

evening.

Because she and Shi Jian carefully made plans for the next tutoring session on the road, An Ran returned home later than usual.

"Why are you back so late today?" When An Jing went out with his guitar on his back, he happened to see An Ran coming in with his schoolbag on his back.

"Talk to a classmate about something, it took some time." An Ran walked around him and walked into the room.

But An Jing stopped and looked at her, "Reporters are coming to the house. Mom is waiting to interview you."

"Reporter?" An Ran looked back, her expression immediately changed, "What reporter?"

"I don't know." An Jing shook his head, "You'll find out when you go."

An Ran's eyebrows frowned instantly, "Why didn't you tell reporters in advance when they came to your home for interviews?"

The displeasure in her sister's eyes was obvious. An Jing lowered his head slightly, approached her and whispered, "You're here, but you can't just let her go if you're not happy."

What's more, this one at home was personally invited by my mother, so I couldn't avoid it.

An Ran glanced at An Jing, turned around and changed her expression, with a just right smile on her fair face.

"I am back."

Although An Jing is not lovable, he is right in what he said. Even if it comes, there is no way to hide.

In this case, we can only greet it with the best attitude.

It is a waste of life to dwell on things that cannot be changed for one more second.

Mrs. An was sitting on the sofa. Next to her sat a young lady with a delicate face and a good figure. Behind the young lady stood two people, a lighting engineer and a photographer.

Obviously, the reporter sitting next to the adoptive mother was the reporter An Jing mentioned.

"Ranran, come here." After Mrs. An responded to Anran gently, she turned around and introduced with a smile to the pretty lady who was looking at Anran, "This is my baby daughter, Anran, we all call her Ranran."

"Your daughter is so beautiful." The female reporter looked at the girl slowly walking towards her and couldn't take her eyes away. "Mrs. An, you raised her really well."

Before the girl arrived, she had already heard some things about her from Mrs. An.

Knowing that this was a young girl who not only played the piano well but also studied well, Mrs. An later showed her some photos of her.

When staring at the girl's photo, she felt as if the whole world was immersed in the bright spring light.

After that, she really couldn't wait to see her in person, and wanted to take a closer look at whether the outstanding daughter Mrs. An said was as dazzling as in the photos.

But he didn't expect that the impact of facing the girl's beauty would be far greater than the photo.

The girl stood at the door with a smile, wearing a school uniform that everyone in Jincheng was very familiar with, but her skin was as radiant as snow, and her appearance was extremely beautiful, she was really like a pearl, and her beauty was shining brightly.

She had seen many beautiful young girls, but she had never seen anyone like her. There was an astonishing beauty between her eyebrows that transcended her age, and it was impossible to look at her.

(End of this chapter)