Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 185 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (12)

In Class 1 of Grade 11, most students are taking a quiet lunch break at this time, with only a few boys playing games and a few reading books.

As Zhao Zhao walked to the door, she immediately saw a tall figure studying diligently by the window. It was He Qinglin who had returned.

Thinking about Jiang Jiawei's bet, Zhao Zhao nudged Jiang Jiawei with her elbow and gave him a funny look.

"Sigh, I know." Jiang Jiawei said softly, dejected, realizing he had ruined himself with his bad idea.

Now he's too ashamed to even look at He Qinglin.

The group tiptoed back to their seats, and Zhao Zhao took out her heart medication and swallowed one pill with cold water.

They left in a bit of a hurry, and his heart feels a little uncomfortable.

Soon after, Jiang Jiawei, who sat in front of him, quietly placed a note on his desk. He carefully turned around, not daring to look at He Qinglin, and clasped his hands together, signaling Zhao Zhao to help deliver the note.

Without a word, Zhao Zhao casually tossed the note onto the boy's book beside him. He leaned closer and gently tapped He Qinglin's desk, reminding him, "Aren't you going to open it and take a look?"

He Qinglin seemed not to hear him speak, did not reply, but simply brushed the note aside, moved the stool away, and continued doing his homework.

Zhao Zhao didn't care. She forcefully opened the note for him and slammed it onto his notebook. "Desk mate, this person worked so hard on this. Aren't you going to read it?"

Actually, it wasn't that he wrote it painstakingly for a long time, because when Zhao Zhao saw it, there were only four big characters written in a messy and insincere manner on the huge piece of paper: "I like you".

He Qinglin didn't react at all. Just when Zhao Zhao thought he was really not interested, she suddenly noticed his bright red ears.

Zhao Zhao: ……

interesting.

Intrigued, he leaned closer and teased, "Hey deskmate, what are your thoughts?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blush crept onto the boy's fair face. Finally, he raised his eyes, looking at Zhao Zhao with a slightly evasive gaze, "Are you kidding me?"

Zhao Zhao looked innocent. "I wasn't joking." He really wasn't joking. After all, he was just helping to pass a note. Thinking about it, he glanced curiously at Jiang Jiawei and found that his head was almost under the table.

Looking back at He Qinglin, not only was her face red, but her neck was too.

He seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.

Suppressing a laugh, his eyes crinkled slightly, and not wanting to miss the opportunity to stir things up, he asked again, "He Qinglin, do you like him?"

"dislike!"

After saying that, He Qinglin pushed the stool away and quickly walked out.

Zhao Zhao: ? She looked completely bewildered.

No, why does He Qinglin always skip class? Can he report him to that Chairman Song?

Zhao Zhao, who had just been caught skipping class, was extremely resentful. She turned her head and saw Jiang Jiawei, who had been looking down and searching for a crack in the ground, turn his head again and look at her with a resentful expression.

"Zhaoyi, why are you asking him that?! It's so embarrassing!" He lowered his voice and looked pained. If it were Fang Sheng and the others, he would definitely punch them.

Zhao Zhao smiled casually and comforted him, "Don't be angry, I'm not much better off."

"That princess carry from Chairman Song still hasn't been arranged~"

Hearing this, Jiang Jiawei's mood indeed improved. Thinking of Chairman Song, he still gave an extra reminder, "Zhaoyi, you can only know Song Zhixu's face, not his heart. Don't let him take advantage of you."

Zhao Zhao was taken aback. "What Song Zhixu?"

Isn't he one of the main characters? Why are we suddenly talking about him again?

Zhao Zhao looked completely bewildered, but Jiang Jiawei was even more confused, "Song Zhixu is Chairman Song."

"President Song?! But..." Zhao Zhao's voice rose a octave, clearly taken aback.

Suddenly, something popped into her head, and she gritted her teeth as she asked the system, "Idiot system, Song Zhixu is in Class 1 of the second year of high school, right?"

【Yes host. 】