Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 210 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (37)

Ai Wen made exaggerated winks and gestures, but He Qinglin ignored him and said coldly, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"Little Qingqing, don't pretend, I'm coming to keep you company~" He said, and pounced on her. He Qinglin was immediately disgusted, but this person was like a leech, impossible to shake off.

"roll!"

"I know you're just saying that." After they got to know each other better, Evan lost all shame and kept pestering He Qinglin.

Zhao Zhao found it amusing and said, "I'm going to take a picture of you two." Ai Wen was a little taller than He Qinglin, and the way he was forcibly hugging He Qinglin reminded Zhao Zhao of the couples they shipped on the forum.

I can't imagine how crazy their CP fans would go if they saw this scene.

He had just taken out his phone and hadn't even had a chance to take a picture when Evan, grinning mischievously, stretched out his arm, hooked his neck, and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Little Zhao Zhao, don't be jealous, your brother loves you too~"

Zhao Zhao finally understood what He Qinglin was feeling just now. Seeing Ai Wen's cheesy expression, she really wanted to slap this "treasure" across the face.

Evan showered both of them with affection, embracing them warmly without missing a single one. Although he had to force them into the embraces, anyone unaware of the situation could only marvel at the wonderful bond between the sons of the three great families.

They played around all the way, and what should have been a short distance took them more than ten minutes to reach their destination. Zhao Zhao kept an eye on things and noticed the teacher teaching Class 1 when she passed the back door of the classroom.

When that slightly rounded body came into view, Zhao Zhao knew that it would probably be difficult to sneak into the homeroom teacher's class this time.

Seeing Aiven walking ahead in a daze, Zhao Zhao smiled and pulled He Qinglin's wrist to slow down a bit, "Let's walk slowly and let him lead the way."

He leaned closer to He Qinglin, pointed to Ai Wen in front of him, and whispered. Because his eyes were fixed on Ai Wen, he didn't notice that the person next to him had turned red.

"Report."

A loud report rang out, and Zhao Zhao and He Qinglin slowly moved towards the door. The lecture and the students' echoes inside stopped, and dozens of eyes turned to look at the door.

Fortunately, Evan was thick-skinned. Despite the scene, he still smiled and looked at the homeroom teacher looking over from the podium, "Teacher, may I come in?"

The homeroom teacher looked displeased, but couldn't actually punish him, so she could only give him a verbal reprimand: "Evan, being late for too long greatly affects your studies. I hope you will pay attention to the time next time."

"Okay, teacher." Evan instantly transformed into a well-behaved child. Seeing this, the homeroom teacher's expression softened. "Go in."

"Thank you, teacher!" Three voices rang out simultaneously.

As soon as he finished speaking, two more figures suddenly appeared behind Ai Wen. The homeroom teacher was completely bewildered, unable to understand why He Qinglin was also late.

The three of them happened to meet by such coincidence that he couldn't help but suspect that they had planned it beforehand. After much hesitation, he decided to punish them.

"Wait, there still needs to be some punishment. The three of you will each write a 200-word self-criticism and hand it in by today." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a chorus of boos in the class, not for any other reason than that they felt the punishment was too lenient.

When they are late for this long, it's not as simple as just writing a two-hundred-word self-criticism; the teacher is biased.

But they dared not speak out against their anger.

After successfully entering the classroom, Zhao Zhao sprawled on the desk and bounced around right under the teacher's nose. He was determined to get his parents to come to the classroom.

Evan is also a very easily influenced person. Seeing that Zhao Zhao was sleeping soundly, he didn't hesitate to lie down as well.

The homeroom teacher was seething with rage, but under his death stare, He Qinglin calmly met his gaze and calmly lay down...

Alright, alright, you bunch of brats!

He Qinglin wasn't trying to provoke the homeroom teacher; he was just too tired from doing experiments last night and couldn't take it anymore.