Jiang Lingzhi didn't reply to the message, so she locked her phone and put it on the bedside table next to her.

After a while, she still felt that it was impolite not to reply, she picked up the phone again, and sent a message: [See you tomorrow, classmate Li]

Then put the phone down, turned it over, and went straight to sleep.

Morning.

When Jiang Lingzhi walked in through the school gate with his schoolbag in hand, he could still hear the voices of the people around him talking.

She listened for a while.

Only to find that after a night of fermentation, the name of Li Shunan Hei Boss seems to have been confirmed.

His rumors are even more bizarre.

Regarding his identity, it has been passed down as the heir of a certain Taoist boss.

Jiang Lingzhi was really convinced.

These people have such big brains, why don't they write novels?

Jiang Lingzhi came to the classroom, and the students all sat in their seats to read in the morning.

Before the teacher came, the voices of reading and talking were mixed.

Jiang Lingzhi walked to his seat and found a man standing beside him, the boy was crying and looking like he was dying soon.

There was some sadness on his face.

Her roommate was already in her seat, talking to the boy in front of her.

Jiang Lingzhi sat down on the seat.

The same table immediately greeted him enthusiastically: "Student Jiang, good morning!"

"Good morning." Jiang Lingzhi politely replied, and then asked curiously, "That classmate, what's wrong?"

The goddess took the initiative to talk, and the boy at the same table was a little flattered, lowered his voice, and whispered: "Ah, he... he is miserable!"

"He is sitting in the back row of us, the big guy's tablemate!!"

The boy told her enthusiastically: "Yesterday he asked for sick leave and didn't come, but someone in his class told him the bad news, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to come to school, didn't you see his face turned pale with fright? !"

Jiang Lingzhi: "..."

Is the socialite boss so scary?

This classmate's face was pale, and people who didn't know really thought he was still sick.

It was purely frightening.

Jiang Ling was puzzled: "What's the use of him just standing here? Why didn't he go in and sit?"

The tablemate explained wholeheartedly: "How dare he, that's the boss, aren't you afraid that the boss will slap him on the wall with a slap? That's the boss who eats both ways!!"

Jiang Lingzhi: "..."

This second disease is probably incurable.

Jiang Lingzhi was speechless: "Then why is he standing here all the time?"

"That's right, he can go and ask if anyone is willing to change his seat. What's the use of just standing here, but I don't think it's very likely that someone is willing to change seats with him..."

The tablemate whispered: "Who is so courageous, dare to be the same table with the boss, don't you want to die??!"

It was already early class now, and the man was still standing beside him, very conspicuous.

He Di was the monitor first, and classroom discipline was naturally under his control.

He walked over from his seat and asked, "Wang Kang, the class has already started early, why don't you go back to your seat?"

Classmate Wang Kang's face was pale and weak: "Monitor, I want to change my seat."

He Dixian probably knew the reason why he wanted to change seats, and hesitated: "Now? I'm afraid that would have to be approved by the teacher."

Wang Kang covered his chest: "I think, in this seat, my heart attack may recur."

He Dixian's mouth twitched: "...So serious?"

Classmate Wang Kang nodded angrily.