"Who is this who actually took your photo to represent our school and represent the whole No. 1 Middle School. Those other schools often laugh at our No. 1 High School for not having beautiful girls. Hahahahaha, this time we actually won the first place!!"

"Also, your class has already been listed. Our sophomore class 7 is famous!! It is estimated that someone will come to you soon to confess that your peach blossoms are going to open my little ganoderma lucidum."

Jiang Lingzhi: "..."

Wen Yujing is very talented in gossip, and her predictions are still very accurate.

After a morning, the popularity of the post has reached the first place.

The campus network of No. 1 Middle School doesn't usually discuss these things, and the serious school beauties selection has never been initiated.

Not many people are paying attention.

Unexpectedly, because of this post, the popularity has skyrocketed.

After the first class in the afternoon, many high school juniors came to the door of the seventh class.

When Guo Cong wanted to enter the classroom, he was held back by his senior.

Junior Brother No. 1: "Excuse me, is Senior Sister Jiang Lingzhi in this class?"

Guo Cong, who was sitting in the back row of the top classmates in the fourth group, was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Ah, yes, it's this class."

Learning No. 2: "Is it really the legendary Jiang Lingzhi?"

"Does Jiang Ling know the first place in the flower list of that district school?!"

Guo Cong: "..."

Junior Brother No. 3's sharp eyes cast a shadow: "Lying. Slot, is that the one? The one in the third last row of the four groups is really beautiful."

Study No. 4: "I am more beautiful than the photo, I will go!"

Xue No. 1 covered his heart: "It's heartbreaking, I've fallen."

Junior Brother No. 2: "I heard that she is only 16 years old, the same age as us, tsk..."

Study No. 3: "I like it very much, do you want to confess?"

Junior Brother No. 4: "I don't know if she has a boyfriend."

Learning No. 1: "How about starting first and being stronger?"

Guo Cong never knew that boys can be as crazy as girls.

Although don't know how Jiang Ling became a legend in one morning, what is undeniable is...

Jiang Lingzhi's peach blossoms were indeed blooming.

I did receive a lot of love letters before, but it was the first time that so many people came to watch as monkeys.

Face-to-face confessions are even rarer.

The daring junior student No. 1, at the instigation of No. 234, walked directly into the classroom and rushed to her desk.

Jiang Lingzhi noticed it, and looked up at the man, somewhat inexplicable.

Junior Brother No. 1 looks like sunshine, showing eight standard big white teeth when he smiles: "Sister, I saw you on the campus online. You are really excellent, and I admire you very much."

Jiang Ling didn't know what to say, still holding the pen in her hand, looked up at him: "Ah..."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Jiang Lingzhi: "Uh..."

"What do you think about me?"

Jiang Lingzhi: "No..."

The boy is quite confident because he is a little handsome: "Sister, if you don't have a boyfriend, would you consider me?"

"..."

Jiang Lingzhi stared at him with a look as if looking at a mentally handicapped person.

Junior No. 1 put his hand on her table with a pretentious manner.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

The surrounding temperature seems to be a little low, and the back is inexplicably cold.

He turned his head slowly, looked in the direction that made him feel low pressure, and just met a pair of light brown pupils.