Chapter 5

At the same time, Grade One of Senior High School is also issuing papers and preparing for exams. Unlike the 19th class, this class is quite an elite group of people, most of whom have shown their faces in various knowledge contests.

Their family also has considerable wealth or a strong background, but they also have lofty ideals themselves, and they do not bother to compare with such useless groups of students who eat and wait to die all day.

Usually, before the exam, the classroom should be very quiet, but somehow today, there are more whispers in the classroom. This was quite obvious in the silence, like a stone entering the lake and its waves spreading rapidly.

The fun-loving classmates in the back row were talking, saying that it was a beautiful girl who came to the school.

There are a total of nineteen classes in the third year of high school, all in the same teaching building, and when there are some big changes in other classes, it will soon be spread everywhere.

If she's just ordinary and beautiful, just think about it with your own mind. It's impossible to pass from the bad class on the fifth floor to the competition class on the third floor. She must be extraordinary and beautiful! At least she must be at the level of school flower Meng Shixuan!

The short boy with glasses in the corner was flushed with excitement. He secretly took out his mobile phone and handed it to his tablemate to take a look: "Someone in Class 19 took a photo of her secretly, I like her, she's exactly my type! Is Zhong Shixuan's school flower status for its third consecutive year in trouble? I dare to think so. After this girl appears, Zhong Shixuan's school flower status is definitely not guaranteed!"

At the same table, the tablemate glanced at the beautiful and delicate girl on the phone, his eyes were straightened, and he quickly grabbed the phone and looked at it carefully. His face was unconcealed.

But after hearing what the glasses man said, he curled his lips and gave the phone back to the glasses man: "Do you like this coquettish cheap type? Pretty is beautiful, but if you look at it, I think Zhong Shixuan is kind of pure. It's better to be nobler."

"Oh, don't look good, give it back then!" The short man almost fought with the same table and snatched the phone. In the end, no one took it to heart, and he was still wanting to set the girl as his screensaver.

The commotion in the class was only carried out among the boys in a small area, but naturally, it inevitably spread to the vicinity of Meng Shixuan in the front row. Some words faintly fell into her ears, such as "More beautiful than Zhong Shixuan", "School flower translocation", and "Who is this girl". She seemed indifferent, only rubbing her slender neck, smoothed the paper with her fingers, and began to write the question seriously.

But her tablemate Lan Jiajia couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "This group of boys are a little too fussy, how beautiful can she be? Last year, it was said that the transfer students in high school were pure and beautiful, but later, with you in comparison, it's completely shameful. So what the hell has appeared again this time?"

Meng Shixuan smiled slightly, not caring: "Let's write the paper."

Lan Jiajia also said: "It's amazing to hear from them. Why don't you wait for a while after the exam, I'll help you go over and have a look?"

"No need." Meng Shixuan said helplessly: "There are so many beautiful people, if I find them all for comparison, how busy should I be?"

After speaking, she ignored Lan Jiajia and concentrated on the problem.

Lan Jiajia looked at Meng Shixuan with admiration and envy.

Meng Shixuan's fate is really good. Born in a wealthy Zhong family, the eldest daughter of the Zhong family is loved by her parents. Even her brother Zhong Xiyou, who is a sophomore in high school, is just as good to her as if he came out of the comics. Incredible. But she herself is still so good, her looks are first-class, her grades are also very good, and she has a fiancé with such a good background.

The grey knitted dress she wore today looks simple and generous, but I am afraid it is expensive.

My Lan family is considered to be a small rich family, but compared with the Zhong family, it is not enough.

Lan Jiajia quietly looked down at the carefully selected skirt under her school uniform. She was not confident enough to be like a leather ball, and it was completely broken in a "swish". She pulled her neckline uncomfortably, and couldn't help but glanced at Meng Shixuan, half sighing, half envious, beautiful women are beautiful women, and the exams are so pleasing to the eye.

After watching her for a while, she realized that several minutes of exam time had been wasted before she took her gaze back.

So, she didn't see Meng Shixuan's pen on the test paper, and she hadn't moved for a long time.

Prettier than her?

There was a trace of uncertainty in Meng Shixuan's brown eyes, and she couldn't tell whether it was disdain or something else.

She had indeed met a girl who was prettier than her. Three years ago, Zhong's father and mother suddenly took the girl home and told her that she was not actually the child of Zhong's family, but just the child of a lowly nanny. The real daughter of the Zhong family is not her, but Zhong Youyou.

At that time, Zhong Youyou was all dirty, dressed in tatters, like a little beggar, with timid eyes, sitting on the sofa only daring to let her butt touch it. But even so, Zhong Youyou, who was fifteen years old at that time, was already stunning enough. It was a kind of attractive beauty, the charm in the bones, and in an instant, it defeated the temperament that she had cultivated for fifteen years.

That day, the crystal chandelier outlined Zhong Youyou's facial features beautifully. It was exactly the same as mother Zhong when she was young and somewhat similar to Zhong Xiyou, and finally answered the question Meng Shixuan has been asked frequently for so many years-"You look good, but why doesn't she look like the Zhong family?"

After Zhong Youyou stepped into that house, Meng Shixuan always had nightmares.

She had seen her biological mother Meng Qian from a distance, or rather, Meng Qian had come to her. Only from the snakeskin bag in Meng Qian's hand and the thin and yellow cheeks, one can guess what miserable life Meng Qian had. She also sympathized with her biological mother, but she was also really afraid of being sent back. After a good life, few people can bear falling into the mud from the top of the cloud. She knew very well that after leaving Zhong's house, she would be nothing. There are no pretty girls in those poor families, but what is the final fate?

Fortunately, being a good girl of the Zhong family for fifteen years, Zhong's father and mother, including her younger brother Zhong Xiyou, have already developed a deep affection for her, and they have never thought of sending her back.

In the past few years, Zhong Youyou has also become more rebellious, covered in thorns, and hardly staying at home. She has made friends with a group of gangsters in vocational high school and has made herself very cheesy. The Zhong family, including the servants, looked at her with unconcealable annoyance and disgust.

Thinking of this, Meng Shixuan couldn't help but tilt her head and looked at Shi Zhitang who was a few spaces away from her.