Hello, Mr. School Prince

Ban Hua Xu Yueer straightened her waist even more, reached out her hand to lift the broken hair on her forehead, exposed her most beautiful side, and kept winking at Ling Weifeng.

The male classmates in the class are very ugly, and their tablemates behave so fanatically, so why are they embarrassing.

Ling Weifeng swept his eyes casually and raised his eyebrows at Banhua.

Seeing Ling Weifeng throwing electric eyes at herself, Xu Yueer almost fainted without excitement.

However, in the next second, Ling Weifeng's eyes swept away from her, and finally landed on the empty seat closest to the corner, which was in a good position and convenient for sleeping.

The head teacher looked stiff, "Student Ling, you are sure to sit there."

The seat is too far aside, and the view is bad.

"Teacher, I will sit there."

The head teacher smiled dryly and nodded. There was no one sitting in the most side seat. The head teacher arranged for a few male classmates to clean the table and chairs three times before letting Ling Weifeng sit down.

Everyone began to whisper, guessing Ling Weifeng's identity.

Judging from the attitude of the class teacher, there must be a lot to come.

Ling Weifeng propped his head with one hand, and looked at her new tablemate with a smile.

From the moment she entered the classroom, the new deskmate kept his head down and didn't look at her from start to finish.

"Hello classmates, we will be at the same table in the future, please take care of me."

"Yeah." The man answered softly, groaning as a mosquito.

"Brother, our table is really different. The others are mixed men and women, but we are both boys."

The person didn't speak, but the head was lowered, almost buried in the textbook. From Qingyue's perspective, you can see that her ears are all red.

"Puff......"

There was no answer at the same table, but the little girl sitting in front sneered.

Ling Weifeng looked up and saw a pretty and cute little girl with a bun's head tied up, hiding her mouth and laughing.

Ling Weifeng immediately called out a fascinating smile, "What do you call this classmate?"

The cute little beauty blushed immediately and said shyly, "My name is Ma Xiaoyue."

"Xiaoyue Meimei, what did you just laugh at."

Ma Xiaoyue's baby's fat little face blushed and said, "Handsome man, you are a girl at the same table."

Ling Weifeng opened his mouth slightly and turned his head to look at his deskmate. He has short hair with ears, thick flowing sea, almost covering most of his face, and wearing a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses.

From this look, he was clearly a tomboy.

She looked at the uniform on the same table again. Underneath was a short skirt, which was indeed a women's dress.

A good girl, with shorter hair than her, can't blame her for mistakenly identifying her as a boy.

"Sorry, little beauty, what's your name?"

The girl still didn't speak, but her head was lowered and her ears were redder.

Ma Xiaoyue said happily, "She is Wang Jiaohua and she is a special student from the countryside."

Xihuang Noble College is the first aristocratic college in China. The students here are all high-class people, but every year it will make an exception to recruit ten students from poor families but excellent grades.

One of these students with the best grades can enter the s class, and the other nine are scattered to the ordinary class.

Ling Weifeng glanced at Wang Jiaohua, a shy little girl who was tall and thin.

She must have had a hard time in this class, otherwise she wouldn't be thrown into the corner, and she wouldn't even be at the same table.

Ling Weifeng looked up and glanced at the classmates and found that they were all secretly looking at her, and when they saw Wang Jiaohua next to her, they were more or less disgusted.

She was slightly unhappy in her heart, and she looked down upon others.

You can’t choose your birthplace, but the future lies at your feet.