Who is the King of Lanling

My world began to become more and more frightening, and the closed dark room of my heart could no longer melt into half a ray of sunlight. I began to be hostile to this world, and even thought that there was no good person in the world. I coldly rejected everyone's love for me.

However, her appearance changed everything.I still don't understand why the ordinary she is like a magic key, easily unlocking the deadlock of my heart.

It was midsummer, the sky had just cleared up after the rain, and I was alone in the humid air, with a cool wind blowing in front of me.

"Look, she is Lan Ling!" Suddenly a girl's voice sounded, I turned my head to look, and several classmates in the same grade pointed at me and introduced to a new student who transferred, "She is the only one in the school. A student who studies well, fights well, and writes good novels."

I walked over friendly. The girl who spoke was a little scared, probably because she was afraid of being beaten, but I didn't want to beat someone this time, from the bottom of my heart.

I went straight up to the new girl.

"Hi, welcome to our school. I'm Lan Ling from Class Five. Can you tell me your name?"

"Wang Zhuo." She smiled playfully at me, and the girls next to her stuck out their tongues. It's true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. I am one of the "Ten Heavenly Kings" who are recognized in the school for fighting. Boys fight in groups Everyone invited me to go, and besides, my study is among the top five in the class, and the teacher likes it very much. If you mess with me, there will be no good fruit to eat.

"Lanling, can I be your friend?" Her words made all the girls dumbfounded. No one could be my real friend before that.

"Perfect." I smiled back.

"You look so pretty when you smile. You should be the beauty of our school."

I laughed at myself, I'm not very happy when people say I'm good-looking, even though I'm really attractive, maybe it's because I have a weird personality and low self-esteem!

I don’t know why, but I have a good impression of this plain-looking girl with mediocre studies. I have been in frequent contact with her, causing many students to sigh: “Wang Zhuo, you are too great. No one can be the real sister of Ling.” Friend! But you did it!"

Perhaps because of some influence from Wang Zhuo, I became cheerful and optimistic, and I could no longer find the slightest sadness on my face. Teachers and classmates said that I had changed and became likable.