The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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"Besides, this picture of Gu Weimian looking so evil is not worthy of being displayed next to yours." Before she finished speaking, the man suddenly raised his hand and took down the photo of Gu Weimian, and put it in the pocket of his shirt. He said indifferently, without even looking at her, "She doesn't deserve it, but do you?" Fan Jiaxin was stunned and her face suddenly turned red. It was you who looked down on Gu Weiman before, why are you going back on your word today?!" The man's eyes tu...
No...I already have a wife.
Thinking of this, Fan Jiaxin felt a little sad.
"Besides, this picture of Gu Weimian looking so evil is not worthy of being displayed next to yours."
Before she finished speaking, the man suddenly raised his hand and took down the photo of Gu Weimian, and put it in the pocket of his shirt. He said indifferently, without even looking at her, "She doesn't deserve it, but do you?"
Fan Jiaxin was stunned and her face suddenly turned red.
The blood almost broke through her white skin: "I, I don't mean that."
The man smiled with an ambiguous tone, "Heh..."
This chuckle revealed all the contempt and disdain of the man.
Not only Fan Jiaxin, but also the girls who were speaking the most enthusiastically blushed.
They all had some favorable impressions of Ao Qijun, but the man's words shattered their confidence in an instant.
Fan Jiaxin looked at the indifferent man in front of her, who had almost no expression, and a strong hatred surged in her heart, "We didn't say that. It was you who looked down on Gu Weiman before, why are you going back on your word today?!"
The man's eyes turned cold, and he was dazed and frozen for a second, and then a hint of self-mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.
His bony hand was still holding the red pen that he had taken from Fan Jiaxin, and he made a deep scratch on the photo of himself that was still on the blackboard.
He narrowed his eyes, looking at the cold and overly self-controlled self in the photo, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
With a red pen, he wrote two words on the photo: 【Garbage.】
Everyone could only watch Ao Qijun do this in silence, all of them were dumbfounded.
Fan Jiaxin's face turned pale and she rushed forward, "How could you do this?!"
She couldn't bear to see someone write such humiliating words on Ao Qijun's photo.
At this moment, she had lost her mind and only wanted to take her pen back from Ao Qijun.
But no matter in terms of physique or strength, he is no match for his opponent.
"Are you crazy?!" Fan Jiaxin was almost hysterical, "Do you know how precious this photo is?! What right do you have to humiliate Ao Qijun!"
After she finished shouting and shedding tears, she slowly realized who was in front of her.
The tall man looked down at her, his expression cold and indifferent.
"There's a saying that goes, these two photos really don't belong together."
He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shadow under the man's eyes. Under his feet was the photo of him. He gently turned his ankles and smiled self-deprecatingly, "But... I am not worthy."
Fan Jiaxin was like a fish thrown to the ground, almost unable to breathe.
“No, that’s not the case…”
How could it be possible that Ao Qijun was unworthy?
It is obvious that Gu Weimian is not worthy of Ao Qijun!
"No, it's not like that... Who the hell is Gu Weimian..."
She felt a pain on her face as the blood-red and cold tip of the pen in the man's hand scratched her face. He was still smiling, "Let me hear this again next time. Believe me, I will make your face more terrifying than this photo."
Fan Jiaxin stood there motionless.
She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word. It was as if someone was strangling her throat and she couldn't breathe.
He really does.
His eyes said so.
A wave of chill rushed up from the woman's back, almost swallowing her whole.
Ao Qijun had already stood up and walked to his seat with his schoolbag.
The first sight fell on Gu Weimian's position.