Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

[Di——I am about to enter a special plane. 】

The voice of the system sounded in his mind, and Feng Qian's consciousness was still a little confused. In the future, before he had time to think about what the system meant by the special plane, he was sent to a new plane.

Feng Qian opened his eyes.

She was in a classroom, and there was a handsome boy standing in the aisle. The boy was wearing a clean and fresh school uniform, holding a stack of homework in his hand.

The boy walked up to Feng Qian, and he tapped the table with his fingertips, "Student, hand in your homework."

The boy's voice is nice, and his tone of voice when asking people to hand in their homework is also very polite.

Feng Qian was stunned for a moment, she was a little dazed when she had to hand in her homework when she first arrived, not to mention that she didn't have the memory of accepting the original owner yet.

The girl's dark eyes were a bit confused, and the thick bangs blocked her sight a little, making the girl's face even smaller.

The boy sighed when he saw the girl's reaction.

"Didn't you do it? Or didn't you bring it?"

The boy's tone was very gentle.

Girls have a very low sense of presence in the class, they are quiet and introverted, and their grades are also at the bottom of the class, but the girls are very serious, so even if the other party didn't hand in their homework, the boys didn't show any signs of embarrassment.

Feng Qian blinked and said nothing.

The boy also knows from it that no matter what the reason is, the girl should not be able to hand in her homework today.

He walked towards the back row with his homework book in his arms, and only said in a low voice, "Remember to hand in your homework next time."

Lowering the voice is also to save the girl some face in the class.

Feng Qian bowed his head, silently flipped through the original owner's schoolbag, and found the kind of homework book that the boy was holding in his hand just now.

However, when Feng Qian opened the homework book, the corner of Feng Qian's mouth twitched.

For each question, the original owner started writing, and neatly wrote down a solution.

Feng Qian flipped through the questions from the beginning to the end, and the original owner really wrote and solved the problems completely, and he could count them with his fingers. The rest were either big blanks, or two or three lines of words.

Probably the only thing worthy of praise is that the original author's writing is neat and neat, and the numbers are written very seriously. Except for the large blank area, the original owner's workbook is still very clean and beautiful, giving people a pleasing feeling.

It can be seen that the original owner is very serious, but his IQ is not online.

Feng Qian sighed, and then, the voice of the boy who had just collected his homework came.

"Student Chu, your homework."

The boy's voice was lowered, and Feng Qian could vaguely hear some caution from the other party's voice.

The classmate Chu that the boy was talking about didn't respond.

Feng Qian couldn't help looking back curiously.

The boys collecting homework stood in the aisle in the last row. Holding homework in his hands, the boy looked a little weak and quiet.

His eyes fell on the row of desks inside, on the boys sleeping on the desks.

Feng Qian followed the boy's gaze.

The location was next to the window, and the morning sunlight gently passed through the green leaves, passed through a thin layer of glass windows, and fell on the young man's exquisite and unparalleled profile. The fair color seemed to be shrouded in a faint holy light.

The boy was not wearing a school uniform, but a clean and tidy white shirt with the neckline of the shirt slightly open.

When the side face was lying on the desk, one could faintly see a delicate collarbone protruding from the other party's collar.

He rested his arms casually on the desk, his posture was generous and lazy, his knuckles were like white jade, slender and distinct.

The cuffs of the white shirt were lifted up casually, revealing the delicate white wrist bones of the young man.

The slender eyelashes drooped down gently.

No intention of waking up.

This plane was originally placed on the next plane, but because of Cavin's reasons, I wrote it first. In other words, this plane will let Mu Xiaoyan out for a while.