Black Lotus is reborn, from campus to rich family

As soon as Yu Suiwan returned to the classroom, Wen Zheliu moved a chair and sat down next to her.

He leaned forward with a teasing look on his face, "Confess and be lenient, resist and be strict. Tell me who you just met."

Yu Suiwan stuffed the cakes into the table and pinched her face with a smile: "Xiao Liu should know this person."

Wen Zheliu was stunned and felt inexplicably guilty.

She knows?

Did Lu Zhan tell her that he came here for a mission?

Yu Suiwan took out his book and prepared to go to evening self-study. He looked at his good friend who was touching his nose awkwardly.

He opened the notebook in front of her.

"What are you thinking? I don't care why you came to Qiming. I like you as a person, not anyone else."

Yu Suiwan looked at her in a daze, chuckled softly, and reached out to ruffle her hair.

"Wanwan, you are so kind."

"mua～"

Wen Zheliu hugged her waist and kissed her on the face with bright eyes.

Her waist is so thin, her body smells so good, and her face is so soft.

Kiss me well, sob sob sob.

Lu Zhan, that damn girl, is so lucky.

Yu Suiwan reluctantly pushed her away: "Okay, take the notes. The monthly exam is tomorrow, so study them carefully tonight."

Wen Zheliu returned to his seat with his notebook in his arms, looking satisfied.

Tan Jing was sitting behind her. When she saw him come back, she kicked her stool.

"What?" Wen Zheliu frowned and turned back.

"Minister Wen, I want to discuss something with you." He came over mysteriously.

"If you have something to say, please help me. Whether I can help you or not depends on my mood."

Wen Zheliu was in a very good mood, sitting sideways with his head tilted over.

Tan Jing clasped his hands together, looking sincere:

"Youde will be holding the 'Welcome Cup' basketball tournament in a while, and our team hasn't finished the uniforms yet. Since you're the director of the External Relations Department, can you give us some budget?"

Wen Zheliu: "You should go discuss this with the president. We are only responsible for raising funds and sponsorships. The president still has to make the final decision."

Tan Jing clasped his hands together, holding his head and scratching his ears and cheeks:

"It's not that... there was a conflict with your president at the beginning of the school year."

He even made some harsh remarks at that time.

What a mistake! Who would have thought that Yu Suiwan was the big devil his brother was talking about?

Wen Zheliu also heard about the squad leader's affairs, but based on her understanding of Yu Suiwan, Tan Jing should not be that annoying.

"Okay, I'll talk to the senior for you."

Tan Jingxi came over with a smile on his face to help her massage her shoulders, and said flatteringly, "Thank you, Minister Wen."

Wen Zheliu waved his hand magnanimously: "It's a small matter."

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The next day, Qiming's monthly exam came as scheduled.

In a classroom.

Ji Ning blushed slightly and looked at the crowd surrounding him: "I'll be embarrassed if you do this."

Mo Yan, who was sitting at the front desk, took advantage of her geographical location and bowed to her eraser first, saying confidently:

"Hey, don't be stingy. The God of Learning is meant to be worshipped."

He moved his chair aside to make room for the space and said:

"Come on, come on, everyone, line up. I hope we can take advantage of the honor of being number one and get into the top ten in this exam."

The students around came over to pay their respects after smelling the scent.

Ji Ningwei sat on the stool a little awkwardly, a helpless smile on his pure and charming face. He covered his lips and said:

"Well, I wish everyone good results in the exam."

With the blessing of the top scholar, more people gathered around.

Gu Heng was about to go to the examination room with his exam preparation tools, but he almost laughed out loud when he saw the scene in front of him.

Seeing that he was paying attention to this side, Mo Yan waved at him across the crowd:

"Squad leader, why don't you come and get some too?"

Ji Ning turned her head slightly and saw Gu Heng leaning on the table and looking at her. Her heart skipped a beat and her face turned even redder. She said shyly:

"Student Gu, I can lend you a pen if you'd like."

"Wow~"

There was a burst of booing all around.

"Weiwei, you're so hypocritical! I asked you to lend me some money just now, but you refused." Mo Yan deliberately joked, "Could it be that you are so hypocritical towards our squad leader~~"

The noise got louder, Ji Ningwei's face turned red as a shrimp, and she deliberately said angrily:

"Hate you guys..."

But his eyes couldn't help but drift towards Gu Heng.

Gu Heng's expression gradually changed from meaningful to ugly.

He glanced at Ji Ningwei coldly and left with a sullen face.

Ji Ning bit his lip slightly, feeling aggrieved.

Mo Yangang was also frightened by the monitor's coldness. Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, she could only comfort Ji Ningwei:

"Weiwei, the squad leader is a serious person. He must be embarrassed. Don't take it to heart."

Ji Ning nodded slightly, ignored those people, put away his stationery, and stood up and walked out of the classroom.

At the same time, there was no tension at all in Class 7.

"Plane has wings!" Tan Jing raised his eyebrows and showed the cards in his hand one by one.

"How is it, can you eat it?"

Wen Zhao was sitting opposite him. He couldn't stand his arrogance and raised his hand to drop the five bombs in his hand.

Gu Ye poked him in the waist from behind.

His upright body paused, then drooped again.

"I still have some," Tan Jing grinned, jumped up and threw down four eights.

"Bombs, can you afford them?"

He leaned back in his chair, pinching the only remaining card in his hand, flicked it with his right index finger, and said triumphantly:

"It's a huge hit, you defeated opponents."

Wen Zheliu sat next to him, crossed his legs, pulled a white pen out of his mouth with his index and middle fingers, raised his eyebrows, and made a gesture of blowing smoke rings, looking noble and cool.

He chuckled and said lazily, "Are you good at playing cards? What good are good cards?"

She stared at Tan Jing and threw down a big king: "To get involved, you need power."

Throw out another Xiao Wang: "You need a background."

Finally, he smiled evilly and threw down the last card in his hand: "A four."

Tan Jing was stunned.

Tan Jing was shocked.

Tan Jing was speechless.

Wen Zhao jumped up, flipped the cards in Tan Jing's hand, and burst into laughter for the first time:

"Little Yakuza!"

He held the cards close to Gu Ye and Wen Zheliu, mocking them madly and mercilessly:

"It's Zhang the Little Bum, hahahahahahahahaha."

When Yu Suiwan came out of Lao Xia's office, he saw these people performing the classroom version of "Macau Big Gambler".

There are still 30 minutes left before the exam. In addition to the mini-theater, Class 7 also has "Go Boys" - Who is Jiang Liuer? and "The Domineering School Prince Falls in Love with Me" - Qiming School Prince Election Forum...

Yu Suiwan started to chase people away with an expressionless face, as the examination room had not been set up yet.

Before leaving, Wen Zhao hesitated for a long time, and finally got a piece of draft paper signed by the president.

He folded the paper carefully and put it in his pocket, muttering to himself.

Tan Jing came closer and asked, "What are you doing? Is this thing really useful?"

Wen Zhao covered his pockets tightly: "Of course it works. You have to believe in the power of the president. Otherwise, why am I in Class 6 and you in Class 7?"

Tan Jing never believed in such metaphysics. Just kidding, he was a staunch supporter of Marxism.

"That's because I had diarrhea during the exam. Okay, wait, I'm sure I'll surpass you in this exam."

"Tsk, stop bragging."

Wen Zhao rolled his eyes and pulled Gu Ye to find the examination room.

"This little dog." Tan Jing sighed and turned to look at Wen Zheliu.

"Do you believe this, Minister Wen?"

Wen Zheliu put the pen he had been holding in his mouth back into his pocket and shook his head, "I don't believe it."

"I knew it. Only a fool would believe that."

Wen Zheliu said nothing, walked past him, and looked cold and elegant.

Only when he arrived at the examination room did he solemnly take out his pen, wipe it carefully, and then put it upright on the pencil case in front of the desk.

He took out an orange and an apple from his pocket and placed them under the pencil case.

After doing all this, she took a long breath and said silently in her heart:

Amen.