My Destined Lover

In the picture, the teacher took a nap on the bench in front of the flower bed, and another teacher called her to decorate the examination room.

There are many people with mixed eyes. While everyone didn’t notice this side, Zhao Ran sneaked close to the bench, opened the bag that the teacher put on it, grabbed the admission ticket inside, and turned and ran.

There is no doubt that the admission ticket that was taken away belongs to Wen Qingye.

At this point, the truth came out.

Zhao Ran’s face was bloody, his lip trembled and he could not speak.

The guard witnessed enough evidence, and his original pity suddenly disappeared. He held his baton against Zhao Ran’s arm: “This classmate, please come with me. It’s a big deal, I still have something to ask you.”

“No, I don’t want to go…” Zhao Ran shook his head with tears and suddenly remembered something. She panicked and asked Zhao Mu for help. “Mom, please say something for me, I don’t want to go!”

Zhao Mu’s face flashed a little embarrassment, but she still felt distressed for her children. She tried her best to keep calm and said, “This classmate, your name is Laura, right? Can this matter be settled? You can make a price, no matter how much money.”

Hearing the word “money”, Laura had an epiphany and suddenly understood what his confused thoughts were: Class five, isn’t that the class taught by Mrs. Boote? !

It seems that this matter is probably instigated by Mrs. Boote…

Laura smiled and ignored Zhao’s mother. She turned to the guard and said, “Uncle, maybe you can check the recent financial exchanges of this classmate. Maybe there is a pleasant surprise ~”

The guard was confused. Although he didn’t know why Laura said this, he should also come down, and then he took away Zhao Ran, who was crying and making trouble coldly.

…

The two-day college entrance examination ended in an instant.

A large wave of students filed out. Under the sun, the expressions on their faces were vivid, happy and lively, lost and sad, and the air was full of youthful breath.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Er, er, Qing Ye,” several people met Wen Qingye on the road, and the squad leader gently touched his elbow. “Are you sure about this exam?”

Wen Qingye’s face, as always, has a hearty smile. He shook his head: “The composition is not written well, and the perfect score is even hopeless…”

The monitor laughed. “Come on, I don’t know your boy yet.”

Several people walked outside the school gate talking and laughing, enjoying the future all the way.

The crowds around were crowded, and it was not until they approached a bus parked at the school gate that the crowd was slightly loose.

Every student seems to bypass the bus intentionally or unintentionally, as if the bus is a treasure that cannot be easily touched.

When one or two students in the same school bent down to get on the bus with the help of their teachers, their faces showed their yearning.

“Those people are the people selected by the school to go to Notting University for an interview? It’s really nice, so envious…”

“Yeah, yeah…”

The squad leader has a sharp ear. When he heard these words, he subconsciously took Wen Qingye’s hand and prepared to avoid the bus like others: “Qingye, let’s go quickly.”

In fact, Wen Qingye couldn’t hear it. He was a little lost, but under the intimate arrangement of his friends, he smiled and pretended that he didn’t know anything: “OK.”

They deliberately avoid trouble, but trouble comes uninvited.

“Hey, Wen Qingye, how do you feel now? Do you really want to cry?”

A boy blocked them with a face of beating: “I have to thank your ‘Sister Sheng’. If she hadn’t offended Mrs. Wilson, I’m afraid the interview qualification of Notting University wouldn’t fall on my head.”