Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 988 Ruan You'an: Knowing Nothing

2011, June.

Class one and two in high school.

The midsummer sun passed through the sycamore trees of the high school campus and shone into every teaching building, obliquely shrouded in light and shadow.

The branches and leaves are shaking, the cicadas are singing and drumming, the voices of classmates in the radio station, the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing against the test paper, singing this summer hoarsely.

Ruan You'an only felt noisy.

She was sitting in the third row of the classroom by the window, with her shoulders against the window sill, wearing a blue and white school uniform, high ponytail, broken bangs, fair skin, and half of her face was just exposed to the sun.

With her white chin resting on the pen holder, she pointed absently.

It's a break, very noisy, the classroom and even the corridors are full of voices.

Yan Yi at the same table knew that her mother had passed away recently, so she was depressed, so she touched her carefully, racked her brains, and tried to say something happy.

"Hey, Xiaoyuzi, the teacher of math class is not here next term, so we hired a senior from high school to substitute for us! It is said that he is awesome!"

"Wow——" Ruan You'an didn't want to worry the others, and was very flattering. She smiled lightly, with dimples on her face, and some original baby fat, which looked easy to pinch, "It's amazing!"

Yan Yi: "..."

"Or you should stop cheering."

It's cold.

As soon as the class bell rang, ding ding dong dong, caught the tail of youth.

As the legendary high school senior walked in, the smile on Ruan You'an's face disappeared instantly.

# Hello, I will perform a smile disappearing technique for you.

# Smiles don't disappear, they just shift.

"Hi students, I'm Mu Junchen."

The clear and distant voice of a third-year high school senior resounded, like soda with ice added in summer, and the collision of crushed ice was very pleasant.

He stood on the podium, holding a math book in his hand, with slender finger bones, and said in a calm tone, "I will teach you this lesson."

While speaking, he looked at all the students in the class squarely, until the end, as if inadvertently, he glanced at Ruan You'an.

For a brief second.

No one will notice at all.

But he stopped for half a beat with his phalanx against the teaching book, and moved slightly.

The students below applauded excitedly, and each senior shouted affectionately.

Last month, the other party just won the first prize in the National Physics Competition on behalf of the school, and his excellent resume can't be finished day and night.

Ruan Youan's face was downcast, she didn't applaud, she tilted her head and said weakly to Yan Yi: "I'm so surprised——"

Yan Yi smiled mischievously.

Everyone knows that these two people don't get along, and they quarrel when they meet. There are endless stories about this Liang Zijie, hell.

Even if the earth is destroyed——

It is impossible for Ruan You'an and Mu Junchen to say a word to Yan Yuese.

"Please be quiet in class." The voice came from the podium.

Ruan You'an twitched the corners of her lips, staring at the math book resignedly, and didn't want to look at the face on the podium, oh my god, the numbers are all astronomical.

Looking at it, Ruan You'an began to lose his mind.

But she looked too much like a good student, she was just sitting upright and listening carefully.

The breeze just blew through the hair on the girl's forehead, and gently slid over the bridge of the nose, which was clean and delicate, as if it would shine.

Until a voice called her.

"Ruan You'an."

For the first time, Ruan You'an didn't recover.

"Ruan You'an." The second time, the owner of the voice repeated without emotion, "You can answer this question."

Ruan You'an: "..."

Ruan You'an:? ? ?

She raised her head in surprise, and met Mu Junchen's dark and cold eyes.

The boy is tall, wearing a school uniform, but a little thin, with a straight back and a straight back, a white shirt under the blue and white school uniform, with a white collar, holding the podium with one hand, like a green pine mountain.

looking at her.

Ruan You thought at ease, he must have called me on purpose to make me look ugly.

Mu Junchen thought to himself, she listened so seriously, she must want to answer the answer.

Ruan You'an stood up slowly, with blood rushing to fill her ears, she clenched her teeth tightly, and said softly, "I don't know..."

Mu Junchen didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"I said—" Ruan You'an yelled angrily, trying to make him deaf, "I don't know! I don't know!!"

The head teacher just happened to pass by the door. Hearing this, he opened the door and came in. With a straight face, he gave Ruan You'an a severe lesson.

"Ruan You'an, what's the matter with you? Are you confident that you don't know the answer? I can hear your voice from across the third floor! How do you talk to the senior? Go out if you don't want to attend class!"

Ruan You'an lowered her head and curled her fingers against the corner of the table: "I'm sorry, teacher."

"Apologize to the senior." The head teacher said.

Ruan You'an thought, damn it, she was unlucky for eight lifetimes.

"No." Mu Juanchen frowned, "It was because I didn't hear clearly that I asked her to speak up."

He paused every word: "It's not her fault."

The teacher in charge was stunned for a moment, but had no choice but to give up, and said a few words to Ruan You'an before leaving.

Ruan You'an glanced at Mu Junchen and sat down.

The next class passed in an unusually quiet time. Everyone was writing exercises, and there was a rustling sound of pen nibs rubbing against each other.

Ruan You'an was also writing a question, a shadow was pressing in front of the test paper, and the faint fragrance of lime mint wafted into her breath, which smelled so good, and then tall and fair fingertips appeared in sight.

"This question is wrong." The young man said a formula clearly in a deep and pleasant voice, "Change the solution."

Ruan Youan pursed her lips without looking up, and crossed out the answer sullenly: "Thank you."

Mu Junchen stood in front of her and looked at her, then walked away silently.

Obviously at the beginning, I just wanted to say a few more words to her, but it seemed like I made a mistake every time.

He is indeed not very likable, so it should be taken for granted, and he will not be liked by her.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Mu Junchen felt that the four or ten minutes passed too quickly, but Ruan You'an felt that it was painfully slow, so after class, she rushed out of the classroom eagerly and passed the boy.

Mu Junchen was arranging the textbooks slowly on the podium. Actually, there was nothing to be arranging. The moment she ran over, she just opened her mouth.

"I……"

What do you want to explain.

But it's not necessary anymore.

She didn't stop, she ran out quickly, and her back quickly walked away.

There is only one word stuck in the throat.

The sun was still shining outside the window, and the classroom was filled with the fragrance of pen and ink, which stretched the boy's shadow very long.

Alienation, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Alone.

"Eh? Did someone call me just now?" Ruan You'an and Yan Yi ran out, scratched their heads suspiciously, and looked back, but there was no one there.

"No?" Yan Yi didn't pay attention.

Ruan You'an seemed to hear Mu Junchen's voice just now, and then thought about how he could take the initiative to talk to her?
Judging from past experience, there must be no good things.

Probably because she heard it wrong, the girl shook her head and walked forward, her arms were slender, wearing a loose summer school uniform vest on her body, she became thinner and thinner.

At noon, Ruan You'an didn't have much appetite for dinner. She wanted to go to the small shop to buy strawberry shakes, but his business was so good that they were sold out when she arrived.

Ruan You'an was a little disappointed, walked back, and entered the classroom. Because it was lunch break, the curtains in the classroom were half drawn, and the thick blue curtain blocked a large area of ​​light.

(End of this chapter)