Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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Luo Dian looked at his sinking scorpion, his brow slightly moved and smiled: "Who can't say it! With the ability to test it, my sister will wait for you."

"really?"

The beautiful eyes are the best to look at when they are lit up.

"Really."

She nodded and her eyes were always smiling.

On Monday morning, the students always went to school very early. There are not many people in class A, only more than twenty, but the position is quite a lot, at least forty.

It’s just an empty table...

"Come and come, the students helped to stack all the five rows of tables in the back blackboard." The teacher stood on the podium and waved the ruler in his hand to announce the task.

Luo dusted up and picked up things slowly, and set his eyes on the table in front of the window.

The table was very clean, and the sun was pouring down, like a brand new table.

She glanced up and stepped forward. When she was about to move the table, an elegant, watery face came into view, white skin, deep shackles, long eyelashes, and silver short hair.

No matter how you look at it, you are a teenager who walks out of the comics.

"Wow--" I was reminded of the excitement around me, and the whisper of the broken thoughts slowly passed into her ears.

“Is it less helpful? How do I feel that the picture is so harmonious!”

"Yeah! It’s a girl, I’m a little excited."

"Wow! The feeling of giving less is always so elegant and gentle, so envious! The people with good grades are different, and you can get the heart of the gods!"

“Do you want to be a poor man in exchange for a good self?”

"What's the matter! Money can be earned, and this kind of thing is not an effort!"

"Amount! It makes a lot of sense..."

......

"This classmate, let me go! Girls don't have to move." The flower squatted slightly, his eyes softly looking at the dust in front of him.

She didn't have a dagger, but her hands held the two corners of the desk tightly, until the fingertips were white, and she just smiled and said: "Move together!"

The flowers are stunned, and the next second smiles: "Okay."

"Wow, wow, the old lady's heart!"

"Don't you have a story?"

"Haha! That must be a story of a desk and chair!"

"Envy envy! Hey! Together!"

......

The voice of everyone is still going on, but Luo Dingchen seems to have not been on the mind.

Her look was faint, and a pure, picturesque face always had a shallow smile, and everyone in the class liked her.

Because she is high in value, because she is good at reading, because she smiles beautifully and beautifully.

Even if she is not a rich man, even if she is not an aristocrat, they like her very much.

The third class in the afternoon, English class.

The sky is foggy and it feels like a thunderstorm.

In the morning, my mother seemed to remind them to bring an umbrella, but she rushed out and forgot to bring it.

"Dust and dust..." The whispered voice remembered, the right student gently patted her arm and handed a folded white note to her: "The school grass gives you!"

Luo dusted a little, and his eyebrows trembled and nodded: "Thank you."

Open the note, the writing inside is very powerful and beautiful.

It seems that as long as you see such a font, you can think of the way you like flowers.

(You seem to have no umbrella, go together at night? - Flower is 槿)