Chapter 528

"Hey, the famous people in our class are coming. Come and have a look." Ouyang Qingan's deskmate, that is, the little boy who advised him to participate in the competition, shouted when he saw him enter the class.

Knowing that he was just joking, Ouyang Qing'an was not angry. He just silently carried his schoolbag and sat back in his position. It doesn't matter if you don't sit. This sitting immediately ushered in the envious eyes of all sides.

There are not only girls, but also boys.

He never liked this kind of scene, so he was not used to it for a moment, and soon returned to normal. He took out his exercise book from his schoolbag, picked up his pen and had to do it.

Unfortunately, the pen was quickly robbed by the boys around.

He was very excited today. He kept nagging around Ou Yan Qing'an: "Qing'an, you just won the first prize of the provincial capital this time. You can't be proud. You have to go to Beijing to participate in the finals! Have you heard that Yang Zijian next door didn't win the prize this time. His face was smelly when he came to class today, ha ha..."

At this time, boys are always easy to be happy. They can even say such a small thing.

It's like he's competing.

"He must have no face to see you, Qing'an." The boy was still making gestures with his hands, as if he wanted to make a gesture to Ouyang Qingan about Yang Zijian's sad face.

Who knows, the party came behind him quietly.

He put his hands directly on his shoulders and asked in a low voice, "really?"

"Yes, yes, you didn't see Yang Zijian's face. It was......" the boy turned his head, and the words in the back were stuck in his throat. He stared at Yang Zijian with a gloomy face.

As soon as Yang Zijian entered the class this afternoon, he heard all the students discussing it. His already dull mood became more and more uncomfortable. Didn't Ouyang Qingan win the first prize of the provincial capital? As for how to make a big show?

If he can't win the first prize in Beijing in the future, he's still waiting to see a joke.

This is nothing. Before he sat down, the boys around him began to ridicule him: "Oh, what top students, I think it's a joke. It's not as good as Ouyang Qing'an in the next class. They casually won the first prize."

Yang Zijian has listened enough to such words. He kept calming himself down until the head teacher called him to the office.

After he came back, he turned to the next class without hesitation. As soon as he entered, the boys around Ouyang Qing'an were saying bad things about himself, while the other party was sitting in a chair, holding a pen and burying his head.

"Ouyang Qing'an, this is just the beginning. It's nothing if you win the first prize. I'm waiting for the day when you come back from Beijing and fall into disrepute. Then the whole school will know that I'm the real top student."

Yang Zijian glared at the boy and turned away cleanly.

Instead, Ouyang Qing'an stopped writing, stared at his back and responded coldly, "I'll wait and see."

This war without gunpowder is slowly beginning.

The boy seemed to be reborn after the robbery. He sat back in his position and took Ouyang Qing'an and began to complain: "just scared me to death, Qing'an. You didn't see his eyes, as if you were going to eat me."