Guide To the HE of the Former Female Supporting Role

Jing Zhao is a sophomore in Class S, and Xiao Ran is in Class A.

The biggest difference between Class S and Class A is that the students in Class S are either rich or expensive, but they don’t like to study. The teachers who teach them are specially hired teachers, while most of Class A are good students with good conduct.

Jing Zhao can be regarded as the boss of Class S, the top figure in the pyramid of the rich and powerful, and even the principal wants to give her a little face.

After leaving the school infirmary, the two walked one after the other on the wide boulevard. It was June, and the whole campus was filled with the scent of jasmine, which was so strong that it was a bit overwhelming.

The sun in the morning was not too hot, it made people's shadows very long, Xiao Ran walked in front unhurriedly, Jing Zhao followed behind him, using the shadow cast by his slender figure to avoid the sun, no one spoke.

When he was about to reach the classroom of Class A, Xiao Ran suddenly stopped and turned around, and said what he had been thinking about for a long time in silence: "Jing Zhao, no matter what your purpose is, don't waste your time on me, I really don't deserve you, I used to think that I was wishful thinking, about gambling, and thank you for letting me wake up."

What Shen Ling said was right. He and Jing Zhao were originally people from two worlds. It was not accidental but inevitable that they would become what they are now. What happened before was just that he was in a daze for a while. Now that he has figured it out clearly , then everything should be back on track.

Jing Zhao stood still on the stairs, looking up at him slightly.

This might be the first time that Xiao Ran talked so much to her in one breath, but he wanted to completely distance himself from her.

Jing Zhao didn't answer his words, but just asked stubbornly, "Then tell me, who is the love letter for?"

Xiao Ran frowned, "Is it important?"

Jing Zhao: "It's very important."

Xiao Ran stared at her for a long time, then said a word, "You."

Jing Zhao was stunned for a moment, before Xiao Ran could speak, she turned and left. She took two steps forward and asked loudly, "Then you don't like me?"

Xiao Ran paused, turned his back and couldn't see his expression, he could only hear his deep answer, "I don't like it anymore."

The figure of the other party gradually disappeared at the corner of the corridor, and Jing Zhao stood there for a while, "lost his soul", and then turned around expressionlessly.

Lifting his right hand to look, the band-aid that Xiao Ran had put on her with one hand was a little warped, Jing Zhao lightly pressed the edge, and pressed it obediently.

Class A is on the second floor, and Class S is on the third floor. Before Jing Zhao arrived in the classroom, he heard the laughter coming from inside. The people in Class S are rich family children at best, and second-generation ancestors at worst. They have a lot of family property, but they are not heirs. They live a life of worry-free life without worrying about making money.

Jing Zhao is also one of them. In addition to his father, there is also an elder brother who is excellent in all aspects. Now he is the second in command of the Jing Group, and the group will be completely handed over to him in the future.

After entering the classroom, the young female English teacher was standing on the podium. Seeing Jing Zhao who came late, she did not blame her, but put on a smiling face, "Jing Zhao is back, go and sit down!"

Jing Zhao nodded at her and returned to his seat.

Because of her return in the classroom, the original cheers disappeared, and everyone's eyes swept over Jing Zhao intentionally or unintentionally, and started whispering, nothing more than asking whether she and Xiao Ran had broken up.

The school is like this, gossip spreads faster than the entertainment industry.

Jing Zhao and Jiang Lu were at the same table. Seeing her come back, he took off a Bluetooth headset from his ear and asked, "Listen to music?"

Jing Zhao lay lazily on the table, narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't listen."

Jiang Lu glanced at her, and asked again: "Do you really still like Xiao Ran?"

Jing Zhao: "Yes."

Hearing this, Jiang Lu didn't ask any more questions, and put the Bluetooth headset back on.

People like them have only been able to have fun in the past few years, and they will inevitably become victims of family marriages in the future. This is the price they need to pay for enjoying their status and wealth.

Combine with strangers, either respect each other as a guest, or play their own way.

As for true love? Maybe you can have it, but it may not last long.

Jiang Lu didn't mean to look down on Xiao Ran, she just felt that the other party was by no means the kind of person who would willingly hide under the shadow of others for the rest of his life.

When it’s time for lunch break, most of the students go to the school cafeteria to eat. Jing Zhao is different. She can’t accept many ingredients, and even has allergic reactions in serious cases, so her three meals are cooked by the chef at home and delivered by a special person. to school.

As the daughter of the school's largest investor, Jing Zhao not only has privileges, but also has her own private lounge.

On the fourth floor of the teaching building, in a low-key but luxuriously decorated room, Jing Zhao was sitting on a soft sofa, eating the after-dinner fruit prepared by the servant at home, while taking out his mobile phone to call his elder brother.

Jing Cheng had just finished the meeting, and his subordinates were reporting the upcoming work schedule to him. He was a little surprised to receive a call from Jing Zhao at this time, but he loved his sister very much, and usually responded to every request.

Jing Sheng raised his hand to signal the assistant to silence, and then connected the phone.

"What happened to Zhao Zhao?"

【Brother, I want to transfer to Class A. 】

Jing Cheng frowned: "Why do you suddenly want to change classes? It's because of your little boyfriend again?"

[Don't ask so many questions, I just want to transfer classes, just find someone to help me with the formalities. 】Jing Zhao's tone is always coquettish and persuasive.

Jing Cheng was not angry, he knew his sister's temper well, so he didn't ask any further questions, but said in a doting tone: "Okay, bro, I'll find someone to help you later."

[Thank you, brother, you are the best, bye! 】

After hanging up the phone, Jing Cheng stared at the phone in thought for a moment, then told his assistant, "Go and check Zhao Zhao's recent situation at school."

*

After the phone call, within half an hour, someone brought Jing Zhao a new school uniform nameplate, which said Class A Jing Zhao.

"Miss, do you need to go to class A to choose a seat now? We will help you move your things there." The person who spoke was Jing Zhao's usual life assistant at school. formalities.

Jing Zhao nodded, got up and went to Class A classroom.

It was the lunch break time, and the entire teaching building was illuminated by the sun, and there was a kind of lazy silence.

When Jing Zhao appeared at the door of the classroom of Class A, the students who were not used to taking a nap all looked up at her, some admired her beauty, and some were curious about what she was here for.

The affair between Jing Zhao and Xiao Ran is known to almost the whole school, and the two broke up. The bruises on Xiao Ran's face and the injured hand are enough to attract attention, but the students in Class A are not As a troublesome person, although someone asked, Xiao Ran didn't say anything, so everyone could only guess for themselves.

Now that another rightful lord suddenly appeared, even they who didn't like gossip couldn't help but pay attention frequently.

As soon as Jing Zhao entered the classroom, he saw Xiao Ran sitting in the third row on the far side by the window. The other party was looking out of the window in a daze. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and met Jing Zhao's gaze.

Jing Zhao went straight over, and under Xiao Ran's gaze, he reached out and knocked on his deskmate, "Student, can I change my seat? I want to sit here."

Xiao Ran's deskmate was a fat boy wearing glasses. Hearing this, although he was a bit reluctant, the other party was Jing Zhao. Whoever dared to offend anyone who knew her identity could only stand up and tidy up his things slowly.

Xiao Ran frowned at Jing Zhao's actions, stood up and stopped the tablemate from packing up, and said in a condensed tone, "What are you doing here?"

"Can't you see? I'm at the same table as you!" Jing Zhao slightly curled his lips.

Xiao Ran had a headache, he knew Jing Zhao's temperament very well, the people he knew were fine, but the people he didn't know were always domineering.

He thought he had made it very clear before, but now it seems that she still doesn't understand.

Not wanting to hurt others, Xiao Ran let go and said to his deskmate: "You don't need to move, I will move."

There were still vacant seats in the back row of the classroom. After finishing speaking, Xiao Ran took the schoolbag with his uninjured other hand, and slowly pulled out the things from the desk.

"Then you continue to sit here!" Jing Zhao said to Xiao Ran's deskmate, and then walked over to help Xiao Ran carry things, but the other party was cold-faced and refused to let her touch, Jing Zhao just pulled his schoolbag strap and did not let go.

Seeing that other people were looking at them with an expression of watching the excitement, Xiao Ran hesitated for a moment before letting go, took the rest of the books and left his seat, and walked towards the back row of the classroom.

Jing Zhao fulfilled his wish and sat next to him.

The life assistant brought Jing Zhao's things, sorted them out for her and left.

After Xiao Ran sat down, he didn't speak. He opened a book and read it. Jing Zhao leaned over and took a look, "What book are you reading?"

As soon as she leaned over, the familiar scent hit the tip of her nose, Xiao Ran moved aside calmly, leaving a distance of one person's width between them.

Jing Zhao squinted his eyes, lay lazily on the table, turned his face to Xiao Ran, his pink lips slightly raised, and the hand under the table casually rested on the other's thigh, and gently tapped it with his delicate fingertips. .

Xiao Ran's whole body froze, the hand pressing the page suddenly tightened, and then he pushed Jing Zhao's hand away without changing his face.

Jing Zhao was not annoyed either, he pushed her away and then put her on again, over and over again, the position even became more and more excessive, finally the man turned his head and looked at her sternly.

Jing Zhao smiled and mouthed to him, "Move the stool over!"?