Chapter 3: The boy's thin lips coldly spit out: "Get away."

Less than two meters behind the men’s bathroom is a high wall. Usually few people pass by, but it is a secret base for many boys.
Many boys will quietly lean against the wall to smoke after class.
Since it was about to be the afternoon class time, there was only a tall and thin figure leaning there at the moment.
The boy wore a simple white shirt with two buttons on his collar. His thin and delicate collarbone was slightly exposed, and his skin was sickly white.
He lowered his head slightly, soft black hair covering his forehead, blocking the slender, temperatureless eyes, the arc from the bridge of the nose to the jaw is cold and clean, and the skin is impeccably perfect.
He is familiar with the clouds and mists, the whole figure is like a block of ice, and it feels cold to the bones from a long distance.
Wen Ruan ran over panting, and the hot wind blew the soft black hair on the boy's forehead. He raised his head and glanced at her.
The dark and cold eyebrows were full of hostility, and the eyes looking at her were not even warm.
Wen Ruan couldn't stop his heartbeat, and he felt guilty and flustered.
He quickly retracted his gaze and flicked his fingertips soot, his face was as cold as frost.
Wen Ruan frowned.
In the previous life, she and he were rivals after graduating from high school. They disliked each other and wished each other to die!
She didn't know why he would collect the body for her in the end and killed Huo Jingxiu and Ye Wanwan?
But the most important thing now is to inform him to leave quickly.
"Student Huo, the dean of instruction is coming soon, you quickly pinched the cigarette..."
Before Wen Ruan finished speaking, he heard the dean’s angry voice, "I have repeatedly emphasized that school students are not allowed to smoke during the flag raising ceremony on Monday. If your report is true, I will punish it severely!"
"Director, it must be true, but I can't go with you anymore. I'll let him know if I report it, he will definitely hate me!"
Hearing the words, the dean's expression worsened, and he quickened his pace and walked towards the men's bathroom.
Seeing Huo Hannian standing motionless like an ice sculpture, Wen Ruan didn't panic at all between her eyebrows, but she was too anxious. Seeing that the dean was about to come over, Wen Ruan had an inspiration.
Just as the dean passed through the men's bathroom, a basin of sewage poured under his feet.
The leather shoes and trousers of the instructor suddenly got wet.
"Sorry Director, I was fined to clean the toilet, but I did not expect to spill the mop washing water on you..."
The dean of teaching looked at Wen Ruan who was carrying a sewage bucket, wearing a miniskirt, and heavy makeup, and his face was blue with anger.
"Wen Ruan, don't rely on how much money you have at home. You don't observe discipline at school. Look at your colorful hair and your clothes. How can you look like a student?"
The dean of teaching really doesn’t like Wen Ruan, a bad student who has nothing to do with trouble. If it weren’t for Mrs. Wen’s donation of a library to the school, with her grades and conduct, how could she get into the best aristocratic school in Yuncheng? ?
Wen Ruan would be trained by the teaching director every three to five times. When she was happy, she smiled and responded with a few sentences, and when she was upset, she responded with a few sentences, and often made the teaching director angry.
"Director, I dragged the toilet with the water just now. Would you like to go back and change clothes before you train me?"
An unpleasant smell wafted, and the dean's eyes could not wait to swallow Wen Ruan alive, "Since Wen is so passionate about work, wipe all the glass in the teacher's office building in the afternoon!"
After speaking, leave quickly.
Walking some distance away, the dean of instruction frowned.
What do you think you have forgotten? But looking down at his feet, he quickened his pace and left.
Wen Ruan saw the dean walk away and looked towards the wall.
The boy had finished smoking, straightened up and walked over.
When passing by Wen Ruan, thin lips spit out coldly, "Get away."