Chapter 11 "She said that she accidentally found your photo in her textbook." An Jing looked at his frowning friend and explained, "I don't know who put it in. It was useless, so I threw it away."
"Someone else put it in her textbook?" Hua Zhan couldn't believe it, "Who could be so boring?"
"Why not?" An Jing thought of what his sister said to him last night, "There are so many girls in our school who are infatuated with you. Come here one or two to see that my sister is not interested in you, so I can't help but want to force her to know you." , it’s not impossible.”
"I really want to thank them." Hua Zhan gritted his teeth. He didn't know whether he was angry at the boredom of the girls in the school, or angry at An Ran who knew him so well but couldn't even take a picture of himself.
"No need." An Jing looked at Hua Zhan's complicated expression and was overjoyed, "You'd better thank yourself for being so good at attracting bees and butterflies."
"Fuck you." Hua Zhan felt that his hand was itchy again, "Why does your sister hate me so much? Can you help me find out?"
"Let's ask clearly." An Jing said as he approached the door of Class [-], Grade [-], "She said that maybe she was born to have a conflict with you."
"..."
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When the two of them arrived in the classroom, there were already many people in the classroom, most of whom were dormitory students.
An Ran obviously walked in front of Shi Jian, but more classmates greeted Shi Jian.
"Good morning, Shi Jian."
"Good morning."
It was obvious to the naked eye that the young man was popular in the class. An Ran silently looked at the classroom in front of her and the people in the classroom. Looking at the young and energetic faces, she found that many of them had no impression on her, and she felt even more sorry. Number.
When she looked at everyone, everyone couldn't help but look at her. There was surprise and curiosity in everyone's eyes, but no one said hello to her.
An Ran sighed lightly in her heart. Being unpopular also had its advantages. At least in her subsequent campus life and getting along with her classmates, she would not have interpersonal problems caused by excessive information gaps due to rebirth.
Anyway, we need to get to know each other again.
With this thought in mind, she took the initiative to smile at a few girls in the class who looked directly at her, "Good morning, everyone."
Surprised expressions flashed across the faces of the girls who she looked directly at with a smile.
Class [-] was quiet for a moment, but soon the atmosphere became lively again.
"Good morning An Ran."
"An Ran, you're here for class."
"Anran, you arrived very early today."
"It's so early for you guys."
"Yes."
An Ran changed from her usual aloofness and responded to the enthusiasm of her classmates with a smile on her face.
"An Ran, have you finished participating in a piano competition abroad?"
"Correct."
"Aren't you going to come to school next time?"
"If nothing else, yes."
"Wow, then we'll get to see more of you."
Soon, a cheerful classmate saw the opportunity and started chatting with An Ran.
Although An Ran was not talkative in class before and did not come to class very often recently, none of her classmates in Grade [-] did not know her.
The top student with the best entrance score is beautiful and versatile. He usually comes to and from school by private car.
It is said that my family has a big business and is very rich.
Before high school, I attended international private aristocratic schools.
It's hard for a girl like this not to impress her classmates.
When school first started, there were many students in Class [-], Grade [-] who eagerly approached An Ran, wanting to communicate more with her and make friends with she always showed a lack of interest in the active conversations of her classmates.
I don’t know if I look down on them or what.
In short, An Ran is very cold to her classmates, so cold that one wonders whether they still exist in her eyes.
They are all a group of teenagers and girls who are in their adolescence. Who is not a little arrogant?
In addition, those who can enter the first class of middle school, not to say that all of them are academic masters, at least all of them are outstanding.
Are you An Ran excellent?
We are not trash either.
Having a hot face against a cold butt for so long, no one can bear it.
Therefore, after the lively period at the beginning of school, no one took the initiative to talk to her.
Today is different.
An Ran didn't know why, but it was rare for him to treat everyone equally and give everyone a smile, which was not only surprising but also a little pleasant.
People who have never met An Ran before and have no objections to her are naturally willing to talk to her more.
But there were a few people there. When An Ran found herself looking at them with a smile, they who were looking at her quickly turned their heads away, then gathered around and talked in a group, treating her like nothing.
Clearly deliberately ignoring.
Seeing this, An Ran was cautious.
Although she didn't remember them, she was still a mature adult after all. When she realized for the first time that someone in the class didn't like her, she wrote down their faces so that she could refine the information in the future so that she could secretly be wary of them.
As for why they don't like themselves?
An Ran quickly looked away from those people and began to look for her seat.
She didn't bother to speculate too much about this.
She had suffered enough internal conflicts and self-inflicted injuries in her previous life.
In this life, you must never doubt yourself, deny yourself, or cause too much mental friction just because others dislike you.
There was not much time left for her.
She still has a lot to do.
Why bother worrying about people who don't like you? Not worth it, really not worth it.
The question is...where on earth is she sitting?
An Ran looked around at the available seats in the class, but couldn't think of anything to think about.
"An Ran, why don't you leave?" A classmate behind asked after seeing An Ran stop where he was.
"Ah, I'm sorry." An Ran turned aside to let the slightly chubby girl go first, "Please go first."
"It's okay." The girl was more than half a head shorter than An Ran. She had fair skin and a round and pleasant face. She was looking at her with a smile. "You go first, otherwise, I will still have to get up and help you later." Give up your seat.”
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An Ran instantly realized that this person might be his deskmate, and he was most likely sitting outside the corridor.
So I stared at the girl's face very seriously, hoping to dig out some information about her from my memory, but unfortunately——
This girl, she couldn't remember her name at all.
It was a little embarrassing for a moment.
An Ran's eyes turned slightly and then she had an idea, "Then please give me a seat later. I'm not going to my seat now. I have something to do with Shi Jian, so I have to go find him first."
"That's okay." When the round-faced girl heard what she said, she immediately looked ahead at Shi Jian who had walked to her seat, brushed her body and walked forward. 1314 (End of this chapter)