Song Beisen couldn't sit still at all. After sitting for ten minutes, he started to make small movements. He lowered his head and sent WeChat messages to his friends.

After finishing sending it, he turned to look at the petite girl in the second row in front of him on the right, with a playful arc on his lips. That was Jiang Yunxiang.

He paid to attend this high school, and he chose his own classes.

He can enter whichever class he wants to enter.

Jiang Yun wants to be very serious in class. He only raises his head to listen to the class and lowers his head to take notes. He never misses a moment and is an excellent student.

I heard that this little girl’s goal is to study abroad and study medicine.

Oh.

Song Beisen found it funny. He tapped his fingers on his leg, tore off a piece of paper, crumpled it into a ball, and pointed it at the back of Jiang Yunxiang's head.

"Guess who I can hit." Song Beisen smiled and asked several classmates around him, who were also his younger brothers.

"I guess Gu Wen."

"Tian Weiwei."

"No matter who Brother Sen hits, it's her honor."

A few boys were cheering from behind.

Song Beisen was tall. He sat up straight, narrowed his eyes, and aimed at Jiang Yun accurately.

By chance, it hit.

Jiang Yun wanted to cover the back of his head and turn his head.

The math teacher couldn't bear it anymore: "Song Beisen, stand up!"

Song Beisen had a mischievous smile on his lips, stood up slowly, and kicked away the chair: "I can't get on."

He opened the back door and went out.

The math teacher turned pale with anger.

Several of Song Beisen's younger brothers gave thumbs up under the table. Brother Sen was still awesome, he could come and go with ease!

Jiang Yunxiang only then knew that Song Beisen had come to class. She had not seen Song Beisen for many days. She had been boarding at the school since she entered junior high school and rarely returned to the Song family.

A quarter of an hour later, the math class ended.

Someone patted Jiang Yunxiang's shoulder: "Hey, Jiang Yunxiang, Brother Sen called you, the poplar tree in the south of the playground."

"What did he ask me to do?"

"I didn't know that Brother Sen thinks highly of you."

No one in the class knew that Jiang Yunxiang was Song Beisen's nominal sister. Song Beisen didn't say it, and Jiang Yunxiang didn't mention it. She was indeed not Song Beisen's sister, she was just an orphan adopted by the Song family.

Jiang Yun wanted to wear a simple ponytail and a loose black and white striped school uniform. She took out a down jacket from her cabinet and put it on.

In this weather, there is almost no one on the playground.

Song Beisen was extremely tall, very eye-catching, and stood out from the crowd. He was standing under the poplar tree smoking, holding a cigarette in one hand and playing with a lighter in the other.

From a distance, Jiang Yunxiang saw the injuries on his face, which were not serious. There were blood marks on his eyes and the corners of his mouth. The most eye-catching thing was Song Beisen's unruly eyes, which showed the utmost rebellion in adolescence and disdain for all things in the world.

.

Jiang Yunxiang put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket and walked over slowly.

"Song Beisen, are you looking for me?"

"I'm not looking for you, but you don't seem to be calling me either?" Song Beisen turned his head and blew out a puff of smoke at Jiang Yunxiang.

Jiang Yunxiang frowned: "It's the end of the semester, I'm busy."

"Stop making excuses for me. I asked you to go to the bar last time, why didn't you go?"

"Forgot."

"Don't play this trick with me!" Song Beisen didn't buy it and grabbed her thin arm. Jiang Yunxiang almost fell down and held on to the poplar tree with all his strength.

"Don't smoke on campus. If the principal sees it, where will Uncle Song's reputation go? Aunt Ning'an is not in good health either."
Chapter completed!