Quick Transmigration: The Host Is Sweeter Than Sugar

Xue Hanchen thought of what Jian Shubai had just said to Su Tang, and suddenly he reacted to everything.

He raised his head with difficulty.

The young man was looking down at him. His white and delicate face was clean and indifferent. His dark pupils looked as melancholic as a piece of ink, and cold like ice, wrapped in a sharp chill, and looking down at him, but inexplicably one Kind of fragile porcelain feeling.

It seems like a reflection pieced together on the lake, it will shatter with a light touch.

This guy... wouldn't he really like Su Tang?

Xue Hanchen had a moment of pride. He almost subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to show off how much Su Tang liked him and how close he had done with Su Tang...Of course Jiucheng was nonsense.

He was beaten so badly.

Still not letting him say something stings the person who beat him?

But when confronted with those pupils that were so cold that there was almost no human emotions, Xue Hanchen screamed again, and he murmured.

"No, no..."

"There is no best."

Jian Shu Bai indifferently let go of the person in his hand, squinting the long and narrow ink pupil, and his voice is in danger of being condescending.

"You better stay away from her in the future."

...

Jian Shubai was sitting in the car where the driver came to pick him up. He was cold and didn't say a word all the way.

The driver looked at him in the rearview mirror suspiciously.

Although the former young master was also cold and did not say a word along the way, most of the time it was because of laziness.

The most common thing to do is to lean back lazily in the back seat of the car and eat strawberry candy while looking at the tablet.

Although there is no emotion on the face, I can feel it and the emotion is still pleasant.

But today...

Extraordinarily cold.

The driver did not dare to talk to Jian Shu in vain, but speeded up and took the boy back to the villa in a shorter time than usual.

Jian's father also felt that today's Jian Shu was extremely wrong.

After returning home, he went into the bedroom silently and locked himself in the bedroom, not knowing what to do.

After a while, he walked out of the bedroom dullly, carried a stack of books from the small study he had never been in, and returned to the bedroom.

This surprised Jian's father very much.

Since childhood, Jian Shubai has zero grades all the year round, and she relies on going to school. When did she touch the book?

The boy didn't mean to explain.

Glancing at him coldly, he held the book and returned to the room.

Jian's father didn't ask too much.

Although their family has a big business, they are not afraid that Jian Shubai will not study and will not work in the future.

But the son can change his mind and decide to study hard, and he has nothing to stop him.

Jian Shubai went to the study and took the books he hadn't touched since the beginning of school, back to the bedroom, then sat silently on the chair, looking blankly at the pile of clean piles stacked on the desk. Books.

I kept repeating what the girl said during the day.

I like long and beautiful ones.

Good grades.

A person who can join her in the country's highest school.

Jian Shubai dropped the pen in his hand a little irritably, touched his face with his white fingertips, his beautiful brows wrinkled slightly, thinking uncertainly.

He should be considered... long and beautiful, right?

The boy was silent for a while.

It's like a big decision.

Take a deep breath.

Slender and white fingers opened the book that had never been opened in front of him, and the dark brown hair was silently resting on the tip of the shiny ears, covering the gradually darkening crimson.

The teenager pursed his lips.

Then learn.

Waiting to be admitted to the highest university in the country-

Just go after her.

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