An Yumeng sat in the seat and saw Zhan Linghan pinching the face, An Yumeng's face suddenly darkened.

"Ling Han, why are you here?" Qingyan asked him.

"Send you buns." Zhan Linghan handed the paper bag in his hand to Qingyan.

Breakfast was actually just an excuse. Zhan Linghan guessed that Qingyan was late for one class, and the teacher would make things difficult for her, so he came here to take a look in person.

Qingyan took the paper bag handed over by Zhan Linghan, "Thank you, then I'll go into the classroom."

When Zhan Linghan turned around and walked through the corridor, it caused countless screams, and both boys and girls were lying at him in a daze.

"Why did Mr. Zhan come to the ordinary class? I remember that the special class was in another teaching building."

"Oh my God! Young Master Zhan is so handsome!"

When Qingyan returned to the classroom, several boys surrounded her.

"Qingyan didn't expect that you would resist Master Mie Jue, who looked soft and weak! Master Mie Jue picked up the teaching stick, and the whole of our class dared not say a word."

An Yumeng said sarcastically: "That's because you are too timid. I never take that old witch seriously."

"Is Master Miejue the nickname you gave to the English teacher?" Qingyan blinked her eyes and looked at the boy talking to her with a curious look on her face.

"Yes, the instruction stick in her hand is the Yitian Sword. She holds the Yitian Sword all day long and beats anyone who doesn't listen to the class carefully!"

"Qingyan, I admire you so much! Moreover, you reminded the old lady that the heels would break, and her heels were really broken. Qingyan, you are so awesome!"

An Yumeng interrupted again, "I think it's Mr. Zhan who is powerful, but the old witch is afraid to see Mr. Zhan."

The boy a asked with a diligent look on his face, "Qingyan, do you have a good relationship with Mr. Zhan?"

"Uh, that's normal." Qingyan waved his hand quickly.

An Yumeng, who was sitting next to her, gave Qingyan a blank look. An Yumeng had never seen Young Master Zhan and any girl he had ever seen. Young Master Zhan even pinched Qingyan's face.

If Zhan Shao pinched his face, she would probably faint happily, but Qingyan looked calm.

An Yumeng thought to herself that Qingyan must like Zhan Linghan. She looked calm and must have pretended.

Zhan Linghan probably took care of her more just because Qingyan was a relative.

After class at noon, Qingyan saw Zhan Linghan standing under the tree waiting for her from the teaching building. The boy put one hand in his pants pocket and leaned against the tree, which attracted many people's amazing gazes.

Qingyan walked towards Zhan Linghan, and he said to her:

"Let's go and take you to the cafeteria."

The day after coming to school, Qingyan finally got the meal from the ordinary canteen as she wished.

While the two of them were queuing up to get food, the people standing in front of Zhan Linghan obediently walked around behind.

Zhan Linghan pulled Qingyan forward unimpededly. There were many people in the cafeteria. Qingyan saw several girls taking their mobile phones to secretly take pictures of Zhan Linghan.

Zhan Linghan called the meal without changing his expression and handed the meal card to Qingyan.

Qingyan learned from Zhan Linghan and ordered three dishes he liked.

But she found that she had ordered the same sweet and sour pork ribs as Zhan Linghan, and the aunt who made the meal smiled like a chrysanthemum, and the spoon she gave her had to shake a few times in the air. Half of the pork ribs were left before pouring them into Qingyan's bowl.

Qingyan: "..."
Chapter completed!