The Boy Of Mine - Volume 1 Chapter 1

Mo Yao’s high school is a private school, this group of children is somewhat special.

Either they are particularly good at their studies and are enrolled in the school, tuition and meals are free, which is the signature of the school, or they did not get into the public high school and had to come here.

Those “good students” are in one class. They are the favorites of all the teachers, and the students who are forced to come here are spread over many classes. They are also the support of the school.

The school teachers are all hired, the best in each subject.

However, Mo Yao’s class belongs to the latter.

Mo Yao failed the midterm and did not want to review, so she decided to come to this newly built up private high school.

In the high school, she quickly got into shape and got the first place in the class, which was favored by the class teacher.

It is a constant rule that teachers like children who study well.

The homeroom teacher is naturally no exception. When the class was divided at the end of the semester, the homeroom teacher found Mo Yao and said to her, “You’ll be in the senior class.”

Mo Yao nodded happily. She didn’t want to leave this familiar classroom and familiar teachers. Besides, she is a little more science-oriented.

For the first time, several classes are interspersed, and the arts and sciences are determined.

The school’s reward system is still good, there will be scholarships to improve performance, Mo Yao lived up to the expectations of the class teacher, got the first scholarship.

Several female students have gone to the class teacher, to be with Mo Yao a table, of course, the class teacher, did not agree.

Another class transfer is the science class adjustment, Mo Yao did not go to see the list, did not see which class she was assigned to, she sat firmly in her seat.

In a short while, the class was buzzing. There are some students who stay and some who go, and the students who are rearranged together find their own seats and then chat in twos and threes.

Mo Yao, who was in the front row, turned his head to check the number of students in the class and saw Lian Zimu in the corner of the last row.

He leaned back, leisurely leaning against the backrest, the white wall made his light blue shirt look extra quiet, and his faint smile was particularly dazzling in the crowd of several students.

Mo Yao turned back and couldn’t help but look towards that position again.

He is also looking at Mo Yao. The touch of the eyes, the burning gaze makes Mo Yao a little panic, she dodged away at once, and then did not look again.

The first time she spoke to him was by the class president.

The first time she spoke to him was when the class president arranged to read a speech with him.

He naturally called her, “Brother Mo.”

Well, Mo Yao didn’t know when she got this nickname, but after that the male students all called her “Brother Mo.”

She also did not call him by his first name, but called him “Mu Zi” like her classmates.

The natural contact, communication, as if they had always been friends.

The two of them were in pairs, you and I, and this was the first time they came into contact.

I remember at the podium, Mo Yao clearly heard a classmate below say: “These two are perfect for each other.”

Well, what kind of words is this?

That voice is so good, Mo Yao some like this voice.

Mo Yao had heard that so-and-so female classmate liked him and so-and-so female classmate wrote him love letters.

She thought she just heard.

However, others who have written love letters to whom, Mo Yao seems to be more unclear.

He often walks in front of himself when he goes to the cafeteria, he is often alone, he likes to wear jerseys in addition to shirts, and he often plays basketball. You can see him on the basketball court in the morning and evening.

These unintentional sightings, Mo Yao did not care, until later in retrospect, she realized that she had been following him.