Chapter 5:

At the same time, Grade One of Senior High School is also issuing papers and preparing for exams. Different from 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 Chaban's group of salted fishes who ate 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 spreading rapidly.
The fun-loving classmates in the back row were talking, saying that it was a pretty girl who came from the errand class.
There are a total of nineteen classes in the third year of high school, all in the same teaching building, and there are some big changes in other classes, which will soon be spread everywhere.
If it’s just ordinary and beautiful, just think about it with your toes. It’s impossible to pass from the bad class on the fifth floor to the competition class on the third floor. It can pass. The famous teaching building makes a group of boys so excited and eager to move. It must be extraordinary and beautiful! At least it must be the level of the school flower Meng Shixuan!
The short boy with glasses in the corner was flushed with excitement. He secretly took out his cell phone and handed it to the same table to take a look: "Someone in Class 19 took a photo of her secretly. I rely on it. It's all my money! Is Zhong Shixuan's school flower that has been criticized for three consecutive years? I dare to pack a ticket. After this girl appears, Zhong Shixuan's school flower status is definitely not guaranteed!"
At the same table, he glanced at the beautiful and delicate the phone, his eyes were straightened, and he quickly grabbed the phone and looked at it carefully, his face showed unconcealable surprise.
But after hearing the words of the man with glasses, he curled his lips and gave the phone back to the man with glasses: "Do you like this glamorous cheap money? Pretty is pretty, but if you look at it, I think Zhong Shixuan is kind of pure. It's better to be noble."
"Oh, don't look good, pay me back!" The short man almost fought with the same table and snatched the phone. In the end, all the papers were sent to him, and he was still unheard of setting the girl as a mobile phone screensaver.
The commotion in the class only took place 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", "Who is this girl". She seemed indifferent, only hanging her slender neck, smoothed the paper with her fingers, and began to write the question seriously.
However, her tablemate Lan Jiajia couldn't help but complain in a low voice: "This group of boys is a little too fussy, how beautiful can they be? Last year, she said that the transfer students in high school are pure and beautiful, but then, with you In a comparison, it's completely shameful. What the has appeared 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 I wait for the exam to be finished, I'll help you go over and see?"
"No need." Meng Shixuan said helplessly: "There are so many beautiful people. How busy should I be if I find them all for comparison?"
After speaking, I 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 the wealthy Zhong family, the eldest daughter of many stars is loved by her parents. Even her sophomore brother Zhong Xiyou, who is a sophomore in high school, is as good to her as he came out of the comics. Incredibly. However, she herself is still so good, her looks are first-class, her grades are also very good, and she has a fiance with such a good background.
The gray 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 with a "swish". She pulled her neckline uncomfortably, and couldn't help but glance at Meng Shixuan, half sighing, half envious, beautiful women are beautiful women, and the exams are so pleasing to the eye.
After watching it 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 didn't move 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 seen a girl who was prettier than her. Three years ago, Zhong's father and Zhong's 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 and only dared to touch his butt. But even so, Zhong Youyou, who was already fifteen years old at that time, was already stunning enough. It was a charming beauty, a charm in her bones, and in an instant, she defeated the temperament that she had cultivated for 15 years.
That day, the crystal chandelier outlined Zhong Youyou’s facial features beautifully and beautifully. It was exactly the same as the mother of Zhong when he was young, and also somewhat similar to Zhong Xiyou, and finally answered the question Meng Shixuan has often been asked for so many years-"You look good. It looks good, but why doesn't it look like the Zhong family?"
After Zhong Youyou stepped into that house, Meng Shixuan never had a nightmare for a day.
She had seen her biological mother Meng Qian from a distance, or that 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 a cloud top. 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? The accompaniment of the wine, the accompaniment of the third party.
Fortunately, being a good girl of the Zhong family for fifteen years, Zhong's father and Zhong's mother, including his 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. He has made a group of gangsters in the vocational high school, and made himself very cheesy. The Zhong family, including the servants, looked at her with unconcealed annoyance and disgust.
...
Thinking of this, Meng Shixuan couldn't help but tilted her head and looked at Shi Zhitang who was a few places away from her.