Days with the campus belle Volume 1: The rich and handsome guy

  I really want to die, why, why such a miserable thing happened to me.

  I am only sixteen years old, in the flower-like season of life...

  I'm cute but unfortunately nobody loves me and I still don't have a boyfriend until now.

  But I'm still a lovely girl who is loved by everyone, and wherever I go, flowers bloom, and cars stop to pick me up, a big beauty.

  Ordinary narcissism, ordinary barbarity...

  "Ah......" felt uncomfortable in his heart and shouted loudly at the sky again.

  My voice had just ended when the bell rang, it's all over...

  Grabbed the school bag and ran quickly to the classroom, no matter how fast I ran, I was already late.

  But perhaps there is a chance to arrive at the classroom before the teacher enters, and then everything will be fine.

  But as it turns out, I'm really unlucky today, really really unfortunate.

  What day is today, why, why, heaven, earth...

  "Qiqi, this is the fourth time you've been late this week and it's only Thursday. What's wrong with you?" The class teacher stood at the door, pointing at me and scolding angrily.

  I hung my head in shame and whispered: "Teacher, I'm sorry. It was an accident, a complete accident."

  Unexpectedly, you always have an excuse. Tell me, what's your excuse today? The class teacher adjusted the glasses on her nose and said to me.

  I know that our class teacher has already lost hope in me, originally my studies weren't very good, and I'm late every day. Today is the fourth time this week that I've been late.

  In the past, there was no excuse, it was all oversleeping. But today, I shouldn't have been late, but I was delayed because of a pervert man on the way.

  Would I be late if it weren't for him?

  "Huh? Why aren't you talking, did you hurt your hand again or bump your head?" The class teacher said to me with a sarcastic tone.

  "Me, today I..." Do I really have to tell the class teacher that I met a pervert and was molested?

  If I say this out loud, how can I still hang out in school afterwards?

  I gritted my teeth and swallowed my grievances. If I see that pervert again, I won't let him off the hook.

  Don't think that just because he's handsome, I'm afraid of him.

  "What's wrong?" The class teacher said with a gloomy expression.

  It sent shivers down my spine.

  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It won't happen again next time." I said with a serious and apologetic tone, hanging my head in shame.

  "What's this, no excuse this time?" It seems like our class teacher still doesn't want to let me off.

  "Today, I overslept." I somewhat understand her. If I don't tell her why I'm late, I probably won't be able to attend class today. She will pester me until I do.

  "Uh, okay, okay, everyone has their own responsibilities. You're a student, your responsibility is to study. For you, studying comes before everything else. How can you say you're late and then casually mention that you overslept? Your parents work hard to earn money for your education, do you think it's easy? Can't you...?" The head teacher went on and on like this for the entire morning self-study session.

  I could only accompany her to listen to an early morning self-study session.

  "Next time you're late, I'll call your parents. The first class is Chinese, and you'll stand at the door for one class. Remember this lesson well." After finishing speaking, the head teacher walked away with a swaying butt.