Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

At first, everyone didn't think that Chu Chen would like Feng Qian.

After all, this person left a deep impression on the students in the school. He was lazy and aloof, and even more ruthless and indifferent.

Even if the teenager deliberately occupied the girl's seat before, no one thought about it deliberately, but now...

Since this morning, Chu Chen has been sitting in the little girl's original position, while Feng Qian has been sitting in the empty seat inside.

In other words, Chu Chen was going to sit there and be at the same table with Feng Qian!

The students in the class gossip silently in their hearts.

Chu Chen walked to the aisle next to his seat and stopped, his fingertips casually resting on the table.

The boy lowered his eyes and waited quietly for the girl to come over.

After Feng Qian entered and sat down steadily, Chu Chen sat down.

The teacher in front of the podium coughed, which caused the students in the class to turn their attention to the classroom.

Before continuing the lecture, the teacher looked at Feng Qian and Chu Chen here with a deep meaning, and then continued the lecture.

Feng Qian saw the teacher's unintelligible gaze, and she blinked.

so……

Did the whole world feel that she was in a puppy love with Fragment?

However, he obviously did not agree.

Although, what this person has done to her has gone beyond the friendship between normal classmates.

Feng Qian sighed.

Open the textbook and prepare to listen carefully.

A minute later, Feng Qian glanced at the boy beside him, who was lying on the desk as always.

The side of his face rested on his arm, and the half of his face that was not pressed was facing her.

There was also sunlight hitting the boy's side face through the green leaves.

Feng Qian glanced at it and retracted his gaze.

Looking at it further, it is estimated that she has successfully lost her mind and can't hear anything.

The morning classes were all conducted like this. Feng Qian still worked hard to get into the top three in the class, and then worked hard to get into the top three in the grade.

Chu Chen did not go back with Feng Qian at noon.

Feng Qian adhered to the belief of being a good student, and went home quickly after lunch and went back to school.

But there are still people earlier than her.

When Feng Qian entered the classroom, there were five or six people in the class, and Chu Chen had already taken his seat.

The teenager lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the pink envelope and a bouquet of fresh and beautiful roses on the table.

Feng Qian paused and walked in with his schoolbag on his back.

Chu Chen seemed to feel something, and raised his eyes to meet Feng Qian's gaze.

He leaned forward slightly, allowing Feng Qianhao to enter.

Before going in, Feng Qian poked and glanced at the things on the shard's table, secretly pondering, is this someone confessing to the shard?

After sitting down and putting away the schoolbag, Feng Qian rested his elbows on the table, got a little closer, and said gossip, "Someone sent you a love letter?"

And sent roses?

I always feel that it seems a little wrong for girls to give boys roses to confess.

Chu Chen tilted his head and glanced at Feng Qian, his slender fingers picked up the love letter and roses on the table.

The young man stretched his long legs and walked to the back of the classroom unhurriedly, and threw the roses and love letters into the trash can with a cold expression.

Several classmates in the class looked up gossiply, and bowed their heads silently due to the momentum of the big boss Chu Chen.

Chu Chen walked back to his seat and said to the girl in a low voice, "Those that don't matter, just throw them away."

"Oh."

Feng Qian nodded in agreement.

However, someone dared to confess to this boss, Feng Qian silently admired the courage of the other party.

However, the strange thing is that almost every get out of class will have someone come to their class and give something to Chu Chen. Or send milk tea, or send love letters, or all kinds of chocolates and snacks.