During class time, the huge campus is deserted.

"Hey, is that the one in the front row? I can't believe Zi Sang, the reserved guy, likes this one."

"The one in the middle is also a possibility. She looks like Senior Huiming. Zisang has a special affection for Senior Huiming, right?"

"Or the one behind. That one, this one seems possible too."

The teaching building for Class 2-3 of Senior High School is located right opposite Minggong Aotian’s private lounge.

He was really curious about how charming the person Zisang Yan liked was, because that person was Zisang.

He is the best at hiding his thoughts among the four of them, and is cold and taciturn.

After hearing the news from his two good friends, Minggong Aotian, unable to contain his curiosity, came up with a bad idea.

Isn't Zisang hiding well? He's guarding against them like he's a thief. He's going to pull him out now.

With high-powered binoculars in both hands, he checked all the suspicious girls in Class 2 and 3 of Senior High School in real time.

Gong Yumo and Yu Zerun were watching leisurely, one leaning against the desk, and the other with his legs crossed and his neck resting on a pillow supported by his arms.

They seemed to look down on Ming Gong's childish behavior, but their eyes kept looking at Ming Gong who was holding the telescope in both hands.

In fact, the two of them had their ears perked up, ready to go, and they remembered every word Ming Gong uttered.

Ming Gong was busy for a long time but couldn't find the key point.

He evaluated nearly half of the girls in the class one by one. From what he said, one girl was excluded from the class of more than 20 girls.

Gong Yumo, who was breathing out of his nose, was getting impatient. He lightly tapped his thigh with his slender fingers and raised his eyes.

"The girl closest to Ion-sang is the most suspicious."

In fact, there is no need to think too much, if Zisang really has a girl he likes.

They know their friends by their strong initiative and quick action nature.

He was absolutely determined that the one who was close to the water would get the moon first, so this person must be very close to him, so close that Zisang could see him just by looking up.

After all, we grew up in the same environment.

Gong Yumo understood that these young masters were seen by outsiders as playboys who relied on their family power to live a life of luxury and debauchery.

In fact, these are just the inherent impressions that outsiders have of heirs to wealthy families.

It's like he doesn't care about or look down on the women who come to him, so he just plays around.

People like them can live a carefree life without any sincerity.

Once you are sincere and have someone in your power, how can you feel at ease if you don't hold that person tightly in your hand?

Although Zisang is not a playboy like himself, people who come from the same environment are essentially the same.

"Impossible, Zisang is not blind, how could it be possible..."

Clearly visible under high-power telescope.

What caught Minggong Aotian's eyes were a dozen girls. He took a quick look and eliminated the only one without hesitation.

The girl sat very straight, with a pair of shiny glasses on her face, making it impossible to see her face clearly.

But even if you can't see clearly, you can easily guess her ordinary appearance hidden by her glasses.

Miao Qingyu stared intently at the PPT being shown by the teacher in front of her.

Even from a distance, Minggong Aotian could easily tell that she was a good student with a serious attitude towards study, unlike the lazy people around her.

Minggong Aotian thought he was not a superficial guy who judged people by appearance. He had seen many beautiful women in the past ten years.

But if you look at Daidaimumu through the high-powered telescope, she is not only an unremarkable-looking country girl but also an extremely rustic one.

He swallowed hard, unable to believe that Zisang, who was as arrogant as himself, would like such a rustic girl.

"Why don't you just go and take a look? What's the point of dawdling here?"

After making the proposal, Yu Zerun, with a twinkle in his eyes, stood up first and walked straight out the door.

The deeper Zisang hid and the more he wanted to keep it a secret from the other three, the more curious his friends became and the stronger their desire to spy on them became.

They wanted to see why Zisang hid so well and didn't dare to reveal a word. Could it be that he was afraid that they would steal him?

Walking through the quiet corridor, Yu Zerun sighed inwardly with interest in his eyes.

Could it be that the Greek goddess of beauty came down to earth, even if she was really born with such beauty?

These brothers are really short-sighted and they turned against each other for a strange woman.

Let’s not worry about whether this sudden absurd idea of ​​mine will come true or not.

The four major families behind these few people, who are of the same blood and share the same honor and disgrace, will not watch the good situation they have maintained being broken.

So, what is Zisang worried about?

The incessant voice of the teacher of Class 3, Grade 2, had no influence on Zi Sang Yan, who was sitting in the last row in the corner.

The boy seemed to be listening to the lecture attentively, but in fact only he knew what was going on.

The knowledge explanation that entered his ears had been consciously filtered out by him, and his eyes were filled with the slender figure of the person in front of him.

The back of the head is round, the hair ends that almost reach the shoulders cover the slender neck, and the back is thin and slender.

He looked from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, supporting his chin with both hands, his eyes that usually flashed with coldness were now full of obsession.

I'm used to the burning gaze that follows me all the time.

Miao Qingyu automatically avoided or deliberately ignored the stumbling blocks on her way to studying well.

She knew clearly what to do at a certain age. Teenagers are a time when young men and women are full of vigor and enthusiasm and strive for success.

She must study hard and get admitted to Peking University so as not to let her mother down for her years of hard work and upbringing.

I have spent countless silent days and nights studying hard under the lamp.

Su Qingqing, who was sitting on the left side of the second to last row, was listening attentively. She felt tired and suppressed her instinct to stretch during class.

She shrugged her shoulders and looked to the side, unconsciously glancing at the corner of the classroom.

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