Chapter 3 The Young Man's Thin Lips Spat Out Coldly: "Get Out of Here."

Less than two meters behind the men's washroom is a high wall, usually few people go there, but it is a secret base for many boys.

Many boys will quietly lean against the wall to smoke after class.

Since it was almost time for the afternoon class, there was only a tall, thin and straight figure leaning there.

The boy was wearing a simple white shirt with two buttons at the neckline. His thin and delicate collarbone was slightly exposed, and his skin was sickly and cold.

He lowered his head slightly, his soft black hair covered his forehead, blocking his slender and narrow eyes without warmth, the arc from the bridge of his nose to his jaw was cold and clean, and his skin was impeccable.

He is familiar with swallowing clouds and fog, his whole body is like a block of ice, and it makes people feel cold to the bone from a long distance.

Wen Ruan ran over panting, and the hot wind blew by, blowing the soft black hair on the young man's forehead. He raised his head and glanced at her.

The dark and cold eyebrows and eyes were full of hostility, and there was no warmth in the eyes that looked at her.

Wen Ruan's heart couldn't stop beating wildly, feeling guilty and flustered.

He quickly looked away, flicked the soot on his fingertips, his face was as cold as frost.

Wen Ruan frowned.

In the previous life, after graduating from high school, she and him were deadly rivals, the kind who didn't like each other and wished each other would die!

She didn't know why he collected her body in the end, and even killed Huo Jingxiu and Ye Wanwan?

But the most important thing right now is to tell him to leave quickly.

"Student Huo, the dean is coming soon, so hurry up and pinch your cigarette..."

Wen Ruan hadn't finished speaking when she heard the dean's furious voice, "I have repeatedly emphasized that students are not allowed to smoke during the flag-raising ceremony on Monday. If your report is true, I will punish you severely!"

"Director, it must be true, but I can't go there with you anymore, and if I let him know that I reported it later, he will definitely bear a grudge against me!"

Hearing this, the dean's expression turned even worse. He quickened his pace and walked towards the men's bathroom.

Seeing Huo Hannian standing motionless like an ice sculpture, Wen Ruan didn't show any panic in her eyes, but she was in a hurry. Seeing that the dean was coming, Wen Ruan had an idea.

Just as the dean passed by the men's bathroom, a basin of sewage was thrown at his feet.

The dean's leather shoes and trousers were suddenly wet.

"I'm sorry, Director, I was fined to clean the toilet, but I didn't expect to splash the mop water on you..."

The dean looked at Wen Ruan, who was carrying a sewage bucket, wearing a miniskirt, and wearing heavy makeup. He didn't look like a student at all, and his face was livid with anger.

"Wen Ruan, don't rely on how much money you have at home to disobey discipline at school. Look at your colorfully dyed hair and clothes. How can you look like a student?"

The dean really doesn't like Wen Ruan, a bad student who is troublesome and has no merit. If Mrs. Wen hadn't donated a library to the school, with her grades and character, how could she have gotten into the best noble school in Yuncheng? ?

Wen Ruan would be trained by the dean every now and then. When she was happy, she responded with a playful smile, and when she was unhappy, she responded with a few words, which often made the dean very angry.

"Director, I dragged the toilet just now, why don't you go back and change your clothes before training me?"

An unpleasant smell wafted over, and the dean's eyes wished to swallow Wen Ruan alive, "Since student Wen loves labor so much, I will wipe all the glass in the teacher's office building this afternoon!"

After speaking, leave quickly.

After walking a distance, the dean frowned.

Feel like you forgot something? But looking down at his feet, he quickened his pace and left.

Wen Ruan saw the dean walking away and looked towards the wall.

The boy had finished smoking, straightened up and walked over.

When passing by Wen Ruan's side, thin lips spat out coldly, "Get away."