As the first place, he was admitted to Ivy League High School, so Yan Che naturally wanted to be taken out as a representative.

At the new student oath-taking ceremony.

The boy in white and black pants walked up to the rostrum, and the slender figure of Zhilan Yushu crashed into everyone's sight, and his beautiful fingers tickled the microphone, "Good morning, all teachers and classmates, I am Yan Che, a freshman from the 20xx class, and I am lucky to come to Ivy League School..."

During the audience, a girl suddenly sat upright and murmured in surprise and joy: "So you are Yan Che..."

The person who was close to full marks in the exam and was called the God of Learning.

No wonder.

Cheng Feifei said silently in her heart.

Two months passed, and Cheng Feifei thought she had forgotten it. After all, the memories associated with this person were not very glorious to her, and most of them were embarrassing.

But, meet again.

Even though she was far away, she recognized him at first sight.

...I don't know if he still remembers her.

Cheng Feifei bit her lip, restrained her joy, became reserved, and felt a little nervous.

She hoped that he would remember, but she hoped that he would forget.

She sighed, but a dark light flashed in her eyes that was bound to win.

Whether he remembers or forgets, the person who thought that the chance of meeting again in this life was 0, stood in front of him again in such a manner and could not say anything... let go.

She was bound to win him.

Cheng Feifei thought.

However, Cheng Feifei soon discovered that there were more than one girl with this idea.

"Oh my God, he's so handsome."

"It would be great if I could catch up with her as my boyfriend."

"But, is this possible?"

"What's impossible? As long as you have a deep skill and grind an iron rod into a needle, I decided that Yan Che will be my male god in the future. If I want to chase him, no one is allowed to rob me!"

"Hmph, then everyone can rely on their own abilities."

Cheng Feifei: "..."

Why does it feel a little unoptimistic?

What's going on with this feeling that girls all over the world are my rivals?

·

The oath-taking ceremony for the freshmen is over.

The freshmen of the 20xx class have gradually withdrawn from the school auditorium.

Yan Che stood up and was stopped by several girls, "Hello, classmate Yan..."

One of the girls who danced ballet with elegant temperament and beautiful appearance were pushed out and blushed slightly, saying, "Can you be friends with you?"

The implications of these words are already very obvious.

Cheng Feifei, who was one step slower, gritted her teeth.

hateful.

Being taken the lead.

However, she was not worried that the teenager would look at ballet girls differently.

After all, she had personally experienced how cold and ruthless this young man was to the opposite sex other than his girlfriend.

Looking back to this day, Cheng Feifei still feels her cheeks are slightly hot.

Shame and dry.

However, if this kind of shame is about to fall into a homosexual who is not inferior to her appearance, figure and temperament. All that remains in Cheng Feifei's heart is full of gloating...

She waited quietly to watch the show.

The boy frowned his delicate eyebrows and retreated slightly. His eyes flew past the girl and fell behind her. His thin lips spit out a few words: "Sorry, no."

He walked over the ballet girl and walked to the side, and said to the lazy girl leaning against the wall, "Let's go."

The girls clearly saw that when facing the girl, the boy's slightly cold eyebrows and eyes had already softened.
Chapter completed!