Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Feng Qian squinted at Beichi.

It turns out that the scumbag looks like this.

Not in good shape yet.

Feng Qian moved his arm, moved a little away from Xiangbeichi, and continued to lie on the table and pretend to be dead.

Seeing the girl's movements, Xiang Beichi's smile froze on his face.

Feng Qian's performance was completely beyond his expectations.

Xiang Beichi's father used some tricks to learn that Feng Qian, the daughter of the head of the Feng family, had just returned to China, and that the head of the Feng family intended to pass on the position of head of the family to this daughter.

There is a problem with the capital chain of Xiang's enterprise. If it is not remedied in time, the loopholes will become bigger and bigger, and Xiang's will eventually be doomed.

For the Xiang family, Feng Qian is a sweet potato. If he can catch up with the daughter of the Feng family, then the Xiang family will definitely be able to turn the tide and get back on track, maybe even to a higher level.

Although Xiang Beichi is not interested in this legendary daughter of the Feng family, he also deeply knows that if he doesn't do this, the Xiang family will be in danger.

However, what he didn't expect was that the Feng family was so indifferent that he didn't even pay attention to him.

He who has always been proud, has never suffered such aggrieved.

He turned his head resentfully, pretending nothing happened, and continued to listen to the teacher's lecture.

Feng Qian ignored the other party's feelings.

She curled up on the seat, burying herself in her arms like a limp kitten.

little one.

The system can't help feeling, its host is really super cute~

But, host, didn't we agree to be a top student?

What is the operation of sleeping in class? !

Host, get up and study.

Feng Qian moved his eyelids and murmured: No.

Host, hidden missions, you have to be a top student, study hard and improve every day!

Not urgent.

...

tell you later.

...

On the first day of school, Feng Qian passed by in such a daze.

The system is very anxious, so how can you become a top student?

When school was over in the evening, the sky was gloomy, covered with dark clouds, and there was a faint sound of thunder.

Feng Qian rubbed his sleepy eyes.

It's going to rain?

She touched her bag, and after finding the umbrella, she felt relieved and continued to lie on the desk.

I want to move.

Almost all the students in the class disappeared one after another.

In the end, only Feng Qian and Ji Mian were left.

The slender boy walked towards the girl lying on the table.

Ji Mian stopped beside Feng Qian's desk.

The side of the girl's face was pressed against the table, and the other half of her face was facing him.

The other party's skin was very fair, and looked dewy and tender, making one couldn't help but want to pinch it.

She just lay there.

Little blob.

so cute.

Thank you for today. Ji Mian lowered her eyes and said.

Feng Qian heard the voice, opened his eyes, and saw the boy in front of him.

After a while, she murmured: You're welcome. This is my task.

Ji Mian was taken aback by the girl's answer.

For a moment, he didn't understand what Feng Qian meant.

Her mission?

The boy's beautiful eyes were covered with mist, and he was a bit confused.

Ji Mian didn't say anything, Feng Qian almost forgot about it, and now she realized that she seemed to be cleaning the playground after school at night.

Feng Qian was suddenly depressed.

She got up sullenly, and turned her head to look out the window.

It's raining.

Is it possible not to scan?

Ji Mian saw the girl looking out of the window sullenly, so he asked, Did you bring an umbrella?

Feng Qian shook his head, No. I have.

Hearing the girl's words, Ji Mian lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, I didn't bring any.

Huh? Feng Qian blinked and looked up at Ji Mian.

Did the debris come to rub against the umbrella?

She silently took out an umbrella from her schoolbag.

Feng Qian tilted his head and stared at the umbrella for a while.

Well, the umbrella looks rather small.