Alien Invasion: The Almighty Daughter Returns

The students pricked up their ears and listened to the conversation between the two.

Many students who enjoy gossiping secretly talk about campus celebrities and rooftop events.

The conversation spread from one person to another and eventually became: "The school hunk and the goddess are going to confess their love on the rooftop!"

As expected of people of this age with rich imaginations, the ending is already predetermined in everyone's eyes.

Director Lin appeared from the side of the classroom and knocked on the head of the student who was whispering and lying about the facts with two punches.

"Ouch, Director Lin!" The student covered his head in pain.

"Study hard and don't spread false information!"

The curiosity to explore cannot be resisted in junior high school, and some students are ready to peek.

Sun Fangfei covered her mouth in surprise and stared at Ling Xuan's flawless face fiercely.

"If you have something to say, just say it. You won't get the answer you want even if you stare at someone clearly." Ling Xuan supported his chin and glanced at Sun Fangfei who was looking at him with burning eyes.

"Song Wenhao will definitely not like you, just wait to be slapped in the face."

After she finished speaking, she straightened her skirt and slowly walked back to her seat, taking out a book from the drawer. However, she put the Chinese book back into the drawer as soon as she took it out. The next second, a notebook similar to a diary was placed on the table.

Ling Xuan observed and seemed to sense something and looked upwards out the window.

There was no one there.

On the rooftop of the high-rise building opposite, Sun Fangyun was crawling on the ground, avoiding inquiring gazes and slowly stood up.

"Ling Xuan..." Sun Fangyun opened the message record sent by his subordinates and muttered to himself.

The junior high school courses were very simple. I used my photographic memory to read through the books, and the formulas for solving the problems were clearly written on paper.

"Okay, here is the title of this question. I'll give you three minutes to think about it."

The physics teacher is a stereotypical middle-aged man, thin and serious. He only sees the difference between good students and bad students.

Ling Xuan was lucky enough to be assigned to the group of good students today.

"Okay, Ling Xuan, come up and answer the questions."

Sun Fangfei's eyes turned into crescents when she smiled. The others suddenly changed their attitude and perhaps they didn't know Ling Xuan's true cultural level.

But she knew very well that the physics teacher was notoriously tricky, and even if the answer was correct, it might not be to his liking.

"That's great. Goddess Ling is a top student. She will definitely finish it in no time."

Chen Ming frowned and kept turning the water-based pen in his hand back and forth.

"Dear students, let's take a look at this question. It's actually very simple. As long as you have a solid foundation, you can see the correct answer at a glance. The question is what formula to use and how to use the formula reasonably..."

During the entire problem-solving process, Ling Xuan wrote down the correct answers while explaining, and her movements were so smooth that it seemed as if she was the physics teacher here.

The classroom was silent for a while, and the physics teacher looked at the correct answers on the whiteboard for a long time, unable to recover.

Someone called out tentatively, and then they reacted and shouted excitedly.

"Well, everyone should learn from Ling Xuan. Come, let's applaud Ling Xuan's wonderful explanation!"

"Clap clap clap!"

After class, a group of classmates gathered around to ask Ling Xuan questions about physics, and Ling Xuan patiently answered them one by one.

There is harmony in the classroom.

Ling Xuan felt a creepy feeling when she came into contact with her classmates, and her arms were covered with goose bumps.

"Hand it over."

"Li Yuanyuan, I'm really out of food." Fatty Bai wanted to cry but couldn't. "I'll give you all the snacks I brought with me. I'm running out of food."

"Hey, hey, fat boy. Doesn't your mother prepare lunch for you every day? It's not good for you to eat too much when you are so fat. Let us help you lose weight!" The Zu Gangfei brothers patted Fatty Bai's shoulders.

"We are brothers, so we should help each other when they are hungry, right?"

Li Yuanyuan gave a thumbs up.

See, whenever and wherever the old objects of ridicule are lost, new ones will take their place.

Why is this law so strange?

"Sorry to leave for a moment, I'll come back to answer your question later." Ling Xuan smiled and walked to Bai Xiaopang.

"Xiaopang, are these snacks yours?" She pointed at the potato chips, spicy strips and drinks that Li Yuanyuan was holding.

Bai Xiaopang nodded woodenly, but he was almost happy inside. Goddess Ling talked to him!

So he nervously straightened his clothes and sat up straight.

"Don't you want to give it?"

He hesitated for a moment and finally nodded heavily.

"You fat bastard!" Zu Gangfei's face was full of anger.

"Did you hear that? Fatty Bai said he wouldn't give it to you. Since the owner doesn't want it, what you're doing is stealing. Classmates, remember what the punishment is for stealing."

"Gross punishment!" The student who was familiar with the school rules answered first: "I will write a self-review and ask the parents to handle it."

Ling Xuan put her hands on the table and smiled friendly: "Did you hear that, Li Yuanyuan and Zu Gangfei?"

"I'm returning it to you. It's all returned to you. It's really just a small thing. Why are you so fussy about it?" Li Yuanyuan muttered to herself, not daring to move.

When Zu Gangfei saw Ling Xuan approaching, his whole body turned red and he kept shaking his head like a boiled lobster.

"No, no, no, Ling, we were just communicating and we didn't do anything to her."

"That's best."

The red color on his body gradually faded and he licked his lips and murmured, "Student Ling smells so good."

Of course Bai Xiaopang knew that the so-called communication was just a blatant attempt to take things. Without Ling Xuan, he would probably be hungry today.

He touched his rumbling stomach and felt strange, as if it was not like this usually.

"Thank you, Lingxuan!" Fatty Bai bowed deeply and said, "I will definitely share any delicious food with you in the future!"

"No, if you have food, you should keep it for yourself. I just can't stand this kind of scene."

She was the targeted character a few days ago.

The next class was art class and when the bell rang everyone rushed straight to the art classroom.

The smell of paint filled the entire classroom. The art teacher was a beautiful, long-legged beauty who spoke softly and gently. The art pasted on the walls was like a living world.

The cool breeze blew on the back of my neck, and I felt a strong greed and desire filling the entire classroom. When I looked back, I only saw some classmates happily playing with their paintbrushes.

The theme this time is: Fantasy.

"Jiejiejie——"

The cold voice echoed, but the students seemed not to hear the strange sound and were laughing and drawing with each other.

Ling Xuan raised her chin slightly. Beginners first learn to copy the sketchbook, then the model and finally use their imagination.

But the breadth of this fantasy did not faze her.

"What are you drawing?" Sun Fangfei saw Ling Xuan's concentration on the painting and curiously leaned over to sneer: "Hmph, don't get me wrong, I just want to see what you have to attract Song Wenhao's attention."

"cricket."

She was planning to do something to embarrass Ling Xuan, but when she saw that the painting was actually a cricket, her lips twitched.

"You have a really big imagination."

Ling Xuan raised her eyes and said "oh" and slowly picked up the blue water-based pen: "Blue crickets must be very handsome."

The wind blew the loosely tied curtains apart. The classmate who had tied them up several times got angry and said, "If they get loose again, I won't tie them up anymore!"

So they dispersed again. Although it was a hot season, everyone felt very cold.

Chen Ming took the drawing board and pushed his glasses as usual and came to the seat next to Ling Xuan.

"Did you feel it too?"

"What."

He placed the drawing board next to Ling Xuan, adjusted the height of the drawing board stand with his hands, and replied tentatively.

"A strange smell."

"It's just a small breeze, nothing serious." Ling Xuan concentrated on painting with a nonchalant look on his face.

Chen Ming hesitated to speak, but after thinking for a while he finally spoke: "Be careful of Song Wenhao."