MTL - The Boss Wears a Book To a Woman-Chapter 313 Students should help each other

Nan Jun stuffed his schoolbag into the drawer casually, and sat down on the chair.

As soon as she stretched out her long legs, she stepped on the stool legs of the classmate in front of her, unable to move.

Qiao Yun's hand froze while flipping through the book, but he didn't dare to turn around to question, so he could only swallow his breath silently.

Looking at the neat short hair, clean school uniform and straight back of the person in front of him, Nan Jun was ecstatic.

Qiao Yun in this life shouldn't have any intersection with "Nanjun", but "Nanjun", who has never lost, was overwhelmed by Qiao Yun in his studies.

Qiao Yun fought for the first place for the scholarship, while "Nanjun" fought for the first place for the sake of breath.

In order to win over Qiao Yun, "Nan Jun" used all methods, even a beauty trick.

In the end, Qiao Yun fell into the love trap dug for him by "Nan Jun", and lost his innocence and heart.

"Nanjun" won the first place as she wished, and at the same time there was news of her engagement to someone else.

Qiao Yun lost his love, became the laughing stock in everyone's eyes, and also became the thorn in the side and thorn in the flesh of "Nan Jun"'s fiance.

Unable to continue studying in Jingcheng Middle School, Qiao Yun lost his scholarship, and the adoptive mother at home naturally didn't want to see him, and randomly assigned him to an old woman whose husband died.

Disheartened, Qiao Yun jumped into the river at the entrance of the village on the day of the "Nanjun" college entrance examination.

By the time someone fished it up, they had already lost their breath.

Thinking of what happened in the book, Nan Jun couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

How could such a proud person give up his life for such scum?

Compared with the people around him, Qiao Yun has nothing but study.

"Nanjun" ruined the boy's life for the sake of her own face. I don't know if she regretted it after Qiao Yun left.

"Hi, classmate, can you lend me a pen?"

Nan Jun lightly kicked Qiao Yun's chair, leaned forward and whispered behind him.

Qiao Yun silently took out an ordinary carbon pen from the drawer and groped for a long time. When the teacher turned his back to write on the blackboard, he put his hands behind his back on Nan Jun's desk.

"thank you!"

Holding the pen with Qiao Yun's body temperature in his hand, Nan Jun couldn't help curling his lips.

From the moment Nanjun entered the door, Yan Yihe's eyes never left her figure, until he saw Nanjun using Qiao Yun's pen with his own eyes, he turned away in dissatisfaction.

After a while, a pen studded with diamonds and still smelling of fragrance passed from Yan Yihe's hand, and after three rows and five rows, it finally landed on Nan Jun's desk.

But Nanjun just glanced at the pen, then continued to lower his head to do the questions.

The note on the pen was slightly blown by the wind, and it landed on Qiao Yun's sleeve without checking.

Qiao Yun was startled, the four words on the note had already caught his eyes.

"Sister Nanjun..."

Qiao Yun seemed to have touched a hot potato, hurriedly picked up the note from his sleeve, turned around and threw it to Nan Jun with lightning speed.

Nan Jun gently pulled the note away with the pen in his hand, without looking at it from the beginning to the end.

Yan Yihe looked away in disappointment, and held his chin in a daze.

Not only did she forget about herself, but she didn't even want to use what he gave her, she would rather use the broken pen for two yuan each.

When the get out of class bell rang, the teacher put down the chalk in his hand, assigned homework and left the classroom. The whole classroom was still as quiet as in class.

Qiao Yun took out the water glass from the drawer, and noticed something strange when he got up.

Everyone's eyes seemed to fall on the girl behind him, as if they were looking at some rare animal.

Just slightly startled, Qiao Yun walked out from the back door with the cup in his hand, and went straight to the hot water room at the west end of the corridor.

Putting down the pen in his hand, Nan Jun raised his eyes and looked around. The eyes of the classmates immediately left her, pretending to be doing what they were doing, with an unnatural expression on their faces.

Slowly raising the corners of his mouth, Nan Jun couldn't help but shook his head. These children must have received warnings from their family a long time ago, and they should get along well with themselves. After all, they all want to rely on Nan's family to get something from it.

It's just that Nan Jun is not interested in such things, she just wants to protect Qiao Yun well and live through this last life.

An elegant breeze hit, Nan Jun couldn't help touching his nose, and when he raised his eyes, a handsome boy had already come in front of her.

"Sister Nanjun, do you still remember me?"

Yan Yihe looked at Nan Jun with red ears and eyes full of expectation. No one knew how much courage he mustered up to come to talk to Nan Jun on his own initiative.

Nan Jun frowned slightly and shook his head.

Except for Qiao Yun, she didn't know anyone, and she didn't want to know anyone.

"Sister Nanjun really doesn't remember Yihe. We were neighbors when we were young, and we played together every day!"

Yan Yihe flattened his mouth in disappointment, and muttered something in a low voice.

"Are you from the Yan family?"

Nan Jun's voice suddenly rose a bit, and the displeasure in her eyes was well concealed by her.

If she remembered correctly, it was the Yan family's son who became "Nan Ju"'s fiancé, indirectly killing Qiao Yun in the book.

Yan Yihe showed joy and nodded heavily.

"I knew Sister Nanjun wouldn't forget me."

Saying that, Yan Yihe took a step forward, sat directly on Qiao Yun's seat, and turned to face Nan Jun.

Qiao Yun, who came back after receiving the water, happened to see that scene, his long eyelashes covered those unwavering eyes, standing there wondering whether he should step forward or not.

Although the classmates in the class didn't laugh at Qiao Yun's poverty in the open, they talked about him secretly, and Qiao Yun just pretended not to know.

And that Yan Yihe clearly intended to get close to Nanjun, if Qiao Yun went there now, wouldn't it be a delay in his good deeds.

Even though he didn't say a few words on weekdays, Qiao Yun didn't want to be annoying in the past.

While hesitating, the voice that gave Qiao Yun a headache rang out.

"Hi, classmate, thank you for your pen!"

There was a smile on Nan Jun's face, a gentleness that Yan Yihe had never seen before.

It's just that although the smile is beautiful, it's not directed at her.

Qiao Yun glanced at Yan Yihe awkwardly, then shook his head lightly.

"It's nothing, students should help each other!"

Qiao Yun's voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear.

Nan Jun nodded and agreed, "Yes! My name is Nan Jun, what's your name, classmate?"

Everyone looked at Qiao Yun in disbelief. Is this young lady from the Nan family taking the initiative to show her kindness to that poor boy?

"Sister Nanjun, his name is..."

Before Yan Yihe finished speaking, Qiao Yun's cold voice came from the door.

"Qiao Yun."

"Student Qiao Yun, please take care of me in the future."

Nan Jun raised the corners of her mouth in satisfaction, she knew that no matter what life she was in, no matter what situation she was in, Qiao Yun was not a person willing to be defeated.