He Qinglin was a low-key person with a cold temperament. He rarely encountered such speechless things. He raised his eyes coldly, but saw that the young man looked like he had suffered some injustice, staring at him with red eyes.

He Qinglin: ...

He was a man who disliked trouble very much. He pointed to an empty seat and said calmly, "No one is here."

Zhao Zhao persisted, "I want your position."

He Qinglin stared at him for a while, then suddenly stood up unexpectedly. He was half a head taller than Zhao Zhao, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and an upright posture. Just being stared at by him like this made her feel very oppressive.

However, Zhao Zhao was not afraid of him. He straightened his chest and was about to go up to fight him, but he saw him lowering his head slightly and slowly packing his things.

Zhao Zhao:?

A classmate who was watching the fun in front of him let out a "tsk" sound, thinking that he would see the usually calm He Qinglin take action, but the result... was a disappointment.

Thus, the storm was settled with He Qinglin's compromise.

Zhao Zhao sat contentedly in the seat he wanted, but he didn't look very happy. The boy now moved to the empty seat next to him and became his deskmate.

After this incident, the news that a good-looking but troublesome person with a big background came to Class 1 of Grade 1 gradually spread.

Zhao Zhao didn't have a textbook yet, so, not being very shrewd, he put aside his previous grudges and moved closer to his deskmate. A cool fragrance came from his body, and Zhao Zhao unconsciously sniffed it and poked at his black school uniform, "Hey, deskmate, I don't have a textbook."

His voice was clear and crisp, and his eyes, which had not experienced the dangers of the world, were still clear as he stared at He Qinglin's handsome profile.

He Qinglin didn't even raise his head. He reached out from the table and pulled out a brand new textbook for him. The boy's fingers were cold and white, and his expression was indifferent. Zhao Zhao smiled happily and immediately took it. "Thank you."

When you open the cover, three big characters "He Qinglin" written in sharp strokes come into view.

Such a familiar name! Zhao Zhao's body stiffened. It turned out to be the protagonist. This opening was really a bit awkward.

But, never mind.

The heartless Zhao Zhao just listened to the class with his brand new math textbook in his hand.

Zhao Zhao listened attentively, without turning his head, and patted the boy next to him, "My deskmate, can you lend me a pen?"

He Qinglin paused and handed it to him expressionlessly.

"Another red pen."

He Qinglin clenched his fingers slightly into a fist and then unclenched them, throwing the entire pencil case over.

After a while, Zhao Zhao slammed the table and said, "Classmate! Give me some more draft paper."

After being interrupted several times, He Qinglin's face became gloomy. He exerted force with his hand and tore off a page from the expensive out-of-print book.

Zhao Zhao turned around when she heard the noise and took the paper from his hand with a smile, "Thank you."

He was quite nice. He even tore up the book for him on the spot when he didn't have any draft paper.

He Qinglin was really convinced this time. His handsome face was as cold as ice. He didn't care about the teacher who was still lecturing and walked out of the classroom as if no one was there.

When Zhao Zhao finished taking notes and looked up, there was no one beside him.

Damn, this kid is skipping class.

As expected of the protagonist, he disappeared the moment I looked up.

So a math class passed while Zhao Zhao listened attentively. After class, just as he took out his mobile phone to play a game, a shadow suddenly fell beside him. Zhao Zhao raised his head, thinking that someone was going to cause trouble.

"Hello, new classmate, my name is Xue Yanbei." The first person standing in the front was a tall young man. He smiled and greeted Zhao Zhao enthusiastically.

The enthusiastic smile stopped Zhao Zhao from saying anything. He was slightly stunned, pulled up the corners of his mouth, and nodded coldly, "Yeah."

Suddenly, another person jumped out from behind Xue Yanbei, put his hand on his shoulder, and stared at Zhao Zhao's delicate face with a smile.

"And me, my name is Fang Sheng."

"I'm Jiang Jiawei." The person sitting in front of me, who was originally lying down to sleep, turned around with a smile.

Zhao Zhao put down his phone and said, "I'm Yu Zhaoyi."