The Little Fairy Who Was Reborn As a School Grass Boss

On the first day of school, Song Xiyue wore a simple floral white dress, and her long straight hair covered half of her face.

When she lowered her head, people couldn't see her face and expression.

But it gives the impression that this is an extremely well-behaved girl, a little too quiet.

Song Xiyue carried a lot of things in her schoolbag, and it was bulging, and no one knew what she was carrying in her schoolbag.

Song Qingxuan personally drove his two daughters to school.

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In the principal's office, Principal Liu looked at Song Qingxuan and respectfully said, "Patriarch Song!"

The Song family is one of the three major families in T City, with an extraordinary position. As the principal, he must be respectful when he sees the Song family.

Otherwise, Song Qingxuan would be dissatisfied, and he would no longer have to be the principal.

"This is Song Xiyue, give her a class with Bertha."

Song Qingxuan's attitude towards Song Xiyue and Song Beisha is completely different, and the partiality is too obvious.

Those who didn't know thought that Song Xiyue was a distant relative of the Song family.

Song Beisha is a top class in the second class of Yinghua High School.

Song Beisha is willing to let Song Xiyue go to the first class with her, just to let Song Xiyue set off her, so that she can often bully Song Xiyue.

The reason why Song Xiyue didn't make it clear was left to Song Beisha's arrangement.

It was because she knew that Qin Junnian must be in the class.

He was so gentle and graceful, so erudite, he must have been the best student in high school.

According to his good buddies, when he was in high school, his family was poor, he studied hard and worked very hard.

A shirt is going to be washed and it's still wearing it.

This time, let her be nice to him.

What she carried in her schoolbag was her private money, and the clothes she bought in the mall yesterday were for Qin Junnian.

The head teacher called Mr. Zhu, the head teacher of the first class.

"This is a new transfer student in your class, Song Xiyue."

Teacher Zhu looked at Song Xiyue, "Principal, can I check her grades?"

The principal knew that Mr. Zhu had been teaching top-notch classes, and he was very strict with the management of students in the class, and not everyone could enter a class.

So he still showed Teacher Zhu Song Xiyue's grades.

Teacher Zhu got angry on the spot, "Principal, this kind of student still wants to enter our class, isn't this lowering the enrollment rate and the class level?"

Teacher Zhu looked completely disgusted with Song Xiyue.

The headmaster's face is also not good-looking, this is arranged by the Song family.

Song Qingxuan's face also became ugly, it was Song Xiyue who made him look ashamed.

Song Beisha watched this scene proudly. The more stupid Song Xiyue was, the more she could show her goodness.

Song Xiyue lowered her head, her eyes were full of anger, and the cold air was about to come out.

At this moment, a voice came from outside, "Headmaster, it's not good, Qin Junnian from Class 19 is fighting someone again."

Principal Liu was startled, "What? Are you fighting someone again?"

"This kid, you can't do it without causing trouble for a day!"

The headmaster looked like he was having a headache.

"Who did you fight with?

"Is the beaten okay?"

"Bring people to the office, I have to talk about him, always causing trouble."

The principal was going back and forth with a headache.

...

Song Xiyue also raised her head suddenly, revealing those beautiful and pure eyes.

Qin Junnian?

When she heard these three words, her heart was beating fast.

But what happened?

fight?

Her Mr. Qin has always been noble and elegant. He has never been angry with anyone or blushed. How could he possibly fight.

It's possible that someone hit him.

However, Song Xiyue also grasped a key point, Class 19?

"Principal, Qin Junnian is in class nineteen?"

"That thorn-headed person is inexperienced and inexperienced, what class can he still be in if he is not in Class 19!"

Song Xiyue raised her head and said lazily, "I'm going to class nineteen, not class one."