The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Song Qingchen? How could she come to pray for summer?

Song Qingchen swept the circle, staying on An Xia Xia, paused for a moment, looked away, and bowed to everyone: "Please take care of me in the future."

Bai Ziyue: "Song, where do you want to sit?"

"Teacher, can I sit there?" She pointed to An Xia Xia.

Sheng Yize hurried to announce today and did not come to class.

Anxia Xia was so nervous that she was definitely intentional!

Bai Ziyue shook his head: "Is someone in that position?"

"Can I sit there then?" Song Qingchen laughed harmlessly.

Bai Ziyue looked in the direction she was pointing at, and it was Qi Yanxi's position!

You must know that Qi Demon is famous and no one has dared to sit at the same table with him. This new student is really courageous!

Qi Yanxi narrowed his eyes, looked at Song Qingchen, and whispered softly: "Okay."

"Since neither of you has an opinion, then you can sit over." Bai Ziyue said with a smile.

Song Qingchen clutched his schoolbag, walked gracefully to Qi Yanxi, and sat down calmly.

Qi Yanxi lowered his voice: "Sheng Yize's Xiao Qingmei?"

Song Qingchen crooked his head: "If you describe it this way, aren't you Sheng Yize's little bamboo horse?"

Qi Yanxi took a deep look at her and provoked a wicked smile.

"Xia Xia, hello ~" Across Qi Yanxi, Song Qingchen greeted An Xia Xia.

If An Xia Xia doesn't know her true face, I'm afraid she will still treat her as a friend.

Now that she knows, she just smiled politely, "Hello."

The bell rang at the end of the class and the class was lively again.

There was a commotion suddenly at the door. An Xia Xia looked up, and Li Fan Xing came down from the third floor.

She walked briskly to Song Qingchen and held her hand affectionately: "Song Song, you are also praying for Xia! I am so happy!"

The two held hands, a sister affectionate look.

An Xia Xia squeezed the pen in her hand, and sure enough, she should have thought of it.

Li Fanxing and Song Qingchen must know each other!

Otherwise, Li Fanxing would not say those words during the advertisement, and she would not send her a photo of Song Qingchen and Sheng Yize together!

After the two little sisters recounted the old story, Li Fanxing took a cartoon bento box out of the bag and put it shamefully in front of Qi Yanxi.

"Oh? What is this?" Qi Yanxi asked lazily.

Li Fanxing lowered her head and twisted her clothes, like a little girl with innocence: "This is a bento I made for you ~"

Qi Yanxi raised a smile, as if teasing a prey, her voice was low: "Come here."

Li Fanxing looked happy and stood next to him, holding his arm.

The two were too close together, and if Qi Yanxi's arms seemed to be unharmed on her proud chest, not only did she not loose, but she pinched on top.

The students in the class looked at the two in a gossip. One of them, An Xia Xia, was the closest, the clearest, and could not help but took a nap, and the goosebumps on his arms were raised.

This picture ... spicy eyes ...

Qi Yanxi smiled in her eyes, but if you look closely, you will find a hint of contempt hidden inside.

"open to take a look."

Li Fanxing obediently opened the bento box, which was packed with seaweed rice, half an egg, and shrimp, beef, and carrots ... It was beautifully and richly made, and the index finger moved at a glance.

"It took a lot of effort?" Qi Yanxi grinned, but brushed it, and threw the lunch box into the trash can at the back. "But, I don't like it!"