Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

"Fu Ting, do you think you're very proud of you being the first in the exam? You're going too far!"

Fu Huihui blushed, pointed at Fu Tingyi's grievance accusation, covered her face and ran away.

The back looked like a willow branch in the wind. I don't know if she thought Fu Ting was bullying her.

Fu Ting, "..."

She just took the first place in the test, how could she be too much?

Others rolled their eyes when they saw that their skills were not as good as others and became angry. Fu Huihui was really speechless.

Several boys who were still in love with Fu Huihui silently canceled the vote for Fu Huihui's school flower.

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During the whole class, everyone was in full swing with Fu Tingkao's first discussion.

The power of mass gossip is so powerful that the entire high school community soon knows it.

In the campus forum, Fu Ting was finally ranked first in the selection and voting of the school beauties.

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After the morning class.

Mr. Zhu waited for most of the students in the classroom to leave, came to Fu Ting, smiled pleasantly, "Student Fu Ting, I thought about it, your grades and talent are outstanding in the first class, and it is too inferior to stay in the first class. I'm going to apply and let you go to the excellent math Olympiad class, would you like to?"

One of the better ordinary classes in No. 1 Middle School is the number one class. In addition, there is also an excellent class, all of which have outstanding math Olympiad scores.

Once you enter the excellent class, you will get an honorary gold medal and choose a university in the college entrance examination.

Although with Fu Ting's talent, she would definitely have no problem getting into college and get a scholarship, but no one can refuse the honor of being an outstanding class, right?

Although Teacher Zhu really wanted Fu Ting to stay in class 1, he was worried that Fu Ting's studies would be affected by his puppy love.

He has no prejudice against poor students, but he attaches great importance to the future of top students.

Fu Pei was indeed a bit too confused, he was really worried that Fu Ting was getting too close to him.

When Teacher Zhu said this, he vaguely went to see Fu Pei.

Fu Pei lowered his head and seemed to be sleeping, with his shoulders against the desk, and the lines of his neck were A and lustful.

No one noticed that there was a repressed bloodthirsty floating in the red blood-stained black eyes under his brow bone.

He is not stupid, he knows that Teacher Zhu is guarding him.

He has always been a bad boy in the eyes of outsiders, and good students will be taught to stay away from him.

But he Fu *big brother* is hard-wired and never cares.

But now...

He was actually a little scared, afraid that the little fool would really leave.

But he is a scumbag, what if the little fool stays, it will only delay her.

Normal people know how to choose.

Fu Pei's heart sank slowly.

"Thank you, Teacher Zhu, for considering me." Fu Ting's heavenly voice, like a spring breeze swept across the lake, leaching the slightest warmth, "I don't want to."

Fu Pei stood up abruptly, and his falling heart slowly rose.

"Why?" When Teacher Zhu asked this sentence, he noticed that Fu Ting glanced at Fu Pei, and he was suddenly worried. It really was love that made people blind.

Fu Ting smiled happily, "Because, I want to study with my father."

teacher Zhu,"……"

Such a blatant provocation?

For a moment, he was a little bit sympathetic to this academic scumbag... ahhh!

Teacher Zhu retracted his eyes with complex eyes, said nothing, and walked away vainly.

Su Luo's face turned pale, and she covered her chest, "My cub is too good at flirting, ah, I'm gone again!"

He glared at Fu Pei jealously again, and muttered in a low voice, "I don't know what kind of shit luck you've had to be followed faithfully by my angel cub."

Fu Pei walked over with an expressionless face, with his hands in his pockets, with a proud and indifferent expression, and there were still red bloodshots in his eyes, which outlined a hazy drunkenness.

He turned his face away with a look of arrogance and disgust, "Who wants you to accompany him."

He is not a kindergartener.

I complained in my heart, but the tips of my ears turned red without realizing it, and the corners of the mouth that were pressed down had traces of upward curvature.

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Hey, your thinking is so crooked, why did I only feel a strong healing when I wrote it, and I am still the purest.