Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

The other party's cold voice kept remembering, her gaze straight at him, her tone slightly chilled, “She's not the bargain chip, okay? ”

Then he turned away without hesitation.

Luo Zifeng thought that this man would win without hesitation ridicule him, completely different from what he had imagined.

He clenched his fist.

He just feels more embarrassed than he loses.

Shen Kibai didn't see anyone after class and looked back.

“I just heard that Song Ning is competing with Luo Zifeng. ”

“What happened to them? ”

The two girls took a sneak peek at the teenage girl, “I guess it had something to do with Bai Lu. Wasn't she pretty close to Song Ning this time? ”

“Luo Zifeng and Blue walked pretty close, and yesterday I saw them pulling in front of the school. ”

“I think Bai Lu is probably angry with Luo Zifeng, Song Ning won't be used as a spare tire. ”

“No way, Song Ning is so smart, I don't think this is necessarily the case. ”

Shen Mu Bai was forced to look at him with the eyes of a scum man.

While she was depressed, two voices rang at the door.

I had to look back.

Not Song Ning and Luo Zifeng. Who is it?

How can a teacher on the podium not know what they did, finger to finger, make people stand outside the hallway.

Song Ning didn't say anything, just did it.

Luo Zifeng saw the other party so cooperated, naturally he didn't want to show weakness. He stood with him and did not forget to mock the irony. "After such a long run, I think he was tired enough, so he was held up. ”

Song Ning lifted his eyelids and said in a tone of no emotion, “10,000 meters is not enough. ”

Luo Zifeng, ".....”

He blushed and bluished, and finally swallowed the breath with hatred.

You're tough, Song Ning.

Next grade comes first, you can't afford to sit.

Shen Mubai turned his head and said hello to Song Ning while the teacher was not paying attention.

The boy slightly crossed his face and looked straight at her.

“Your forehead is sweaty.” Shen Ji white fingered, “Are you all right? ”

Song Ning looked at her and did not speak.

Sweat slides down the cheek into the clavicle, lips with red teeth and a clean and handsome appearance.

Shenmu whitewashed his lips and smiled, comparing to a thumb.

She knew Song Ning must have won.

I don't know what the other side and Luo Zifeng gambled, but I am sincerely happy.

“What are you looking at?” Luo Zifeng noticed that suddenly there was a bad feeling.

“Nothing." Song Ning silently blocked his gaze.

“Tsk.” Luo Zifeng leaned against the wall and dragged, “Don't you know that I'm the one that Bai Lu likes? Change of seats to go to your place, just to piss me off. ”

Song Ning glanced at him and his eyes were dark.

Luo Zifeng pulled his lower lip, "You don't know, if Bai Lu didn't like me, would she come to this school? ”

He took a provocative look at each other, “Song Ning, Bai Lu is just using you as a tool to make me jealous, don't think too much. ”

“So what?” Song Ning is not too salty.

Luo Zifeng, ".....”

He chuckled coldly, "Song Ning, you are such a disgrace. ”

“Bailu and I, we're engaged. ”

Song Ning lowered his voice, “Do you really think so? ”

Luo Zifeng, "What do you mean? ”

Song Ning looked at him and said, "Before the end, no one knows the so-called variables. ”