The Most Beautiful But The Hour Light - Chapter 53

After a class, Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Before only feel Lu Chuan poor temper, now feel that he is quite noisy. Probably because before there is Chu Xiangdong do contrast, so this feeling is not very obvious. Now look again, people gather in groups, this person also talk a lot.

Loaded the math book, she took the language book out again.

The mapping test, her language full marks paper caused a sensation in the class, Jiang Wenxiu’s attitude towards her then changed, during class, often turn their attention to her, naming her to answer questions or recite the text.

This lesson was no different, as she was asked to recite a selection from the text at the beginning, and she read the paragraph assigned to her as smoothly as ever. After that, she sat down as instructed and spent the lesson in a very peaceful manner. The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

When the bell rang, seeing Jiang Wenxiu out of the classroom, he stood up and moved his shoulders.

The side, Jiang Yuan saw him get up, took the initiative to give up the place.

Lu Chuan looked over and smiled, “did not say to go out.”

Jiang Yuan: “……”

Why not go out and stand up?

She was speechless for a while, and sat down silently.

Bending down to take out the English book, in front of Li Yan’s seat, suddenly changed people, Xu Lingxuan face towards Lu Chuan side sitting, curved lips, smile is very moving, opened his mouth and said, “Class president, here, me and Jiang Zhongling.”

Raising his hand to receive the two bound class meeting reflections, Lu Chuan’s eyes swept across the desktop and pressed the paper under the water glass.

Pursed lips looked at the cup that was filled with more than half water, Xu Lingxuan withdrew her gaze, the smile at the corner of her lips became shallower, did not go for the time being, her body twisted towards Jiang Yuan, elbows on the desktop, one hand on her cheeks asked, “Hey, how did you learn the language so well ah?”

Jiang Yuan: “……”

The person who was accosted unexpectedly was also someone who had a good relationship with Jiang Zhongling, and she paused for a moment before answering, “I studied it.”

“How did you study, can you show me?”

The two of them are actually separated by an aisle plus her table, so it is most convenient for her to hand over her thoughts. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you’re getting into.

Xu Lingxuan raised her hand and opened her language book.

Senior seven class, counted as a class with the highest average face value of students in Ancheng nine, in addition to Lu Chuan, Chu Xiangdong, such as the campus trendsetters, there are several other girls, are quite famous in the school, Jiang Zhongling, Mu Xiwei, Zhao Beibei, Xu Lingxuan are among them. Jiang Zhongling is a typical rich girl, Mu Xiwei is known to be a good student, Zhao Beibei often perform in school events, as for Xu Lingxuan, is that a cold and lonely flower of the high mountain.

She is from a good family, has good grades, often goes in and out with Jiang Zhongling and others, but is not keen on going into the boys, will go home for lunch, and has her own rhythm and trajectory of life.

The reason for being famous in the school is because of a previous suitor.

The boy who chased her has now graduated, and before graduation he blocked her outside the school, holding a rose and confessing his love for her, declaring that he would never marry her in his life because she looked like his heart – Jiang Qinqin.

This incident spread in the ninth middle school, Xu Lingxuan’s beautiful name, naturally, immediately spread out.

In fact, her looks and Jiang Qinqin can not be compared, rather than look like, rather like the temperament. Xu Lingxuan height is also in 165cm, tall and graceful, a just right goose egg face reveals a classical temperament, a long and silky black hair, and for this classical temperament added a few gentle and dignified, she does not smile when it is the kind of cool beauty can only be seen from afar, not profane, smile up as now, soft and gentle, suitable for the home.

After flipping through the book with one hand and reading a few pages, she suddenly looked up and said to Jiang Yuan: “No wonder teacher Jiang praised you for your good writing.”

When she said this, her soft bangs fell down a handful of children, she raised her hand, her long fingertips hooked the bangs behind her ears, facing the direction of the window, revealing the white side of her face, her tight neck, and the flashing eyelashes.

Obviously, the drunkenness is not the wine ……

Jiang Yuan also did not get on, opened the English book on the table, quietly read.

Xu Lingxuan sat for two minutes, closed Jiang Yuan’s language book, and asked inquiringly, “Can I take a look at it, please?” The tone of voice was sincere, as if she had come over here for a moment purely to see how she prepares her text.

“Give it to me after fourth period, I have to do my homework at noon.”

Jiang Yuan slightly raised her eyelids and said.

“Got it.”

Xu Lingxuan’s lips curled, picked up her language book and walked away.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do.

Jiang Yuan was memorizing the words, and did not care, subconsciously turned his head, just in front of the boy’s handsome and heroic face. He came very close, a pair of thin lips close at hand, because talking slightly open, there are a few sexy, as if to ask for a kiss.

The heart is suddenly tight, Jiang Yuan twisted his head to look at his textbook, his voice stiff, “What.”

And did not find, her ears inexplicably red.

The sudden situation, so Lu Chuan slightly stunned for a moment, to regain consciousness, the voice low begged: “Help me write a reflection, hmm?”

Jiang Yuan’s fingers holding the pen curled up, a thin anger in his voice, “Don’t come so close to me.”

Lu Chuan’s voice was innocent, “This kind of thing, I have to loudly proclaim it?”

“You write it yourself.”

“Will not ah–”

The original innocent tone of voice became rogue, “at least the same table a, help.”

“My handwriting is not the same as yours.”

“It’s okay, you’re responsible for writing, I’m responsible for copying.”

Jiang Yuan: “……”

“Can you do it?”

The hard fingers, again, bumped her elbow.

Jiang Yuan jerked a little to the side, closed her eyes, opened them again, and answered with a hidden annoyance: “Okay, I know.”

“Good boy.”

The voice in the ear, with a vague smile.

Jiang Yuan: “……”