Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

Wang Chengjia's face turned red as she spoke every word. He heard what his classmate said and wanted to refute, but his face turned red and he had no way to defend himself.

He was furious, "You!"

Jian Yan looked calm, not angry at being pointed at by him. Instead, she reached out and politely moved his hand away inch by inch, "What's wrong with me?"

The calmer she was, the more rude his behavior seemed.

He was very embarrassed, in an awkward position where he was being stared at, and he was so angry that he almost jumped up and down, "Don't you know her name?"

She laughed out loud.

This was the first time someone said something like this to her. Didn’t she even know her own name?

Wang Chengjia felt that this laughter was a severe humiliation. He was extremely angry and said, "What are you laughing at? Speak if you have the guts!"

At this moment, he did not care that the other person was dressed as a parent. He just regarded her as a strong rival who would embarrass him, and insisted on arguing who was older and who was younger.

Even if he embarrasses himself, he must never let others gain the upper hand.

The woman said calmly, "Her last name is Jian, which has a bamboo character on top and a time character on the bottom."

When Wang Chengjia heard this word, he felt a sense of familiarity, as this was the surname his parents were talking about at the time.

I was shocked.

He thought she was just bragging, just like him, after all, she looked young. Unexpectedly, she actually knew Tong Huaimu's stepmother!

Will I speak out of turn and bring trouble upon my father?

His expression suddenly turned bad. He shouldn't have revealed his father's position. If something bad happened, it would be bad.

Seeing that he did not refute, everyone knew whether the matter was true or not.

The person who spoke did not pursue the matter, but left with a warning:

"I hope you can do more research next time when you brag or spread rumors, and don't take a little chicken feather as a peacock feather."

She was used to being slandered, so her emotions did not fluctuate significantly, and she did not intend to target the boy.

I just think that it is really scary that middle school students who are still in school can spread rumors about things they are completely unaware of and have nothing to do with themselves. They should be warned.

She walked from the spectator seats in the stands to the periphery of the playground. Parents of the athletes were sitting on the empty chairs arranged outside, waiting for their students to go on the field so that they could cheer for their children.

The athletes had not entered the venue yet, so all the seats were empty. She picked one and sat down at random.

After the parents and the principal had spoken, the opening ceremony of the sports meeting was held.

"The students entering the venue are from Class 1 of Grade 1. They marched with vigorous steps, conveying their confidence and strength to everyone. Their youth flourished in their movements and was revealed in their hard work!"

Class one and class two are elite classes. They wore uniform black suits and marched in square formation, looking very well behaved.

This kind of suit is custom-made by the school and is only required to be worn on formal occasions. In daily study, students still wear loose blue school uniforms.

He wore a badge over his blazer with the school's blue emblem on it, and the overall look was very similar to the aristocratic style of foreign countries.

Dozens of people wearing suits and marching in a square formation, especially the high school students with high spirits, looked very imposing.

The viewing position of Jian Yan was directly below the stands, away from the sun, well hidden and very close to the playground. He only needed to stand up and walk two steps forward to enter the plastic track.

School leaders and others will also pass through this seating area when they come down from the rostrum and leave.

So when Tong Ruixiao appeared beside her after he stepped down from the stage, she was not surprised, but looked towards the playground with a smile, "The opening ceremony of the sports meeting was also very interesting."

"really."

Tong Ruixiao nodded and sat on the chair next to her, with only half a meter between them. The space for the chairs was not very spacious because there were many parents attending the sports meeting.

She looked at a class passing by.

The students in this class are very funny. There is a student in a Totoro costume jumping around in the front, and behind him are all sports students wearing faceless masks and tight T-shirts and shorts.

They were full of muscle, performing showmanship movements, facing the audience like peacocks spreading their tails. The skin color of their exposed arms and legs was very dark, which was often exposed to the sun.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold in winter wearing such thin clothes?"

She was shocked.

I know that athletes exercise a lot, but it's really amazing that they can withstand such a load.

She herself didn't even dare to think about it.

Even though Jiangcheng is not very cold in winter, you can't just wear this little.

The man's expression was calm and there was not much fluctuation. "At the age of sixteen or seventeen, the body is in good condition and is not afraid of the cold."

"Too."

Jian Yan rested her elbows on the armrests of the chair, listening to his words, absent-mindedly: No wonder those rich wives like to find young men when they go to the club, it turns out they have good physical fitness and can withstand more hard work.

As I thought about it, I started laughing.

When I came back to my senses and looked past me, there was another class passing by.

I didn't notice the man's gaze next to me, which was curious but also a little wary.

"Wow! Look!"

Suddenly a scream was heard from a distance.

Jian Yan saw a tall girl in this class wearing ancient armor and robe, holding a spear and performing a set of marksmanship. Her movements were as smooth as flowing water and her demeanor was heroic, which attracted cheers from a group of people.

"Class 31 Feng Ziyi, I love you! You're so handsome!"

She was amazed by the girl's actions and lamented that this school was full of hidden talents.

Feng Ziyi's movements are professional, and it is obvious that he has a deep foundation in martial arts. Each of his movements is clean and neat.

"Is this the last class?"

Tong Ruixiao's attention did not seem to be on the opening ceremony's formation. He just glanced at the flag held high by the class and asked the woman next to him.

Jian Yan nodded and shook his head, "The last class of the first grade. There are still two grades left, the second and third grades."

He asked, "Didn't Xiao Mu come out?"

Since Tong Huaimu participated in the competition, he would of course attend the opening ceremony, but strangely he was not seen.

She thought for a moment, "All the first-year classes should go first, and then it will be the first-year athletes' turn. Then it will be the second-year and second-year athletes, and the third-year and third-year athletes."

It was just as she expected.

Before she finished her words, she heard screams coming from the audience, one after another.

"So handsome! Come on, Master Tong!"

"Ahhh!"

She looked over and saw the boy in a blue school uniform with his hands in his pockets turning his head to meet her eyes.

Jane Yan smiled and mouthed something silently - come on.

Tong Huaimu paused for a moment, seemed to nod, and continued walking forward.

His height was not the most outstanding, but because of his excellent proportions and handsome appearance, he walked at the front of the formation, attracting countless students to stand up and cheer for him.

Every word of praise is filled with youth and enthusiasm.

Some even shouted particularly loudly, such as "No. 1", "Husband", "School Uniform Supermodel" and so on, which made people laugh and cry, but also sighed at the passion of children of this age.

Tong Huaimu seemed to be used to being admired like this. He looked calm and walked slowly. He was not affected by others and did not feel ashamed at all.