At the end of the corridor, the black-haired girl stood quietly holding the registration board. Her eyes glanced at the slightly loosened bow tie:
"Jiang Yingli, his appearance is not neat."
The tip of the pen made a cold rustling sound on the paper.
Juan Juan lowered his head. Biting her lip, she tied the tie haphazardly with trembling fingers.
Why... Why does the president always stare at her? She was obviously already trying not to get into trouble.
"I hate her the most..."
On the way to school, Juan Juan grabbed the strap of her schoolbag and whispered to her chestnut-haired classmate.
The deskmate patted her shoulder and sighed:
"The president treats everyone like that."
"It's just annoying"
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One weekend evening, her mother gently held her shoulders: "Juanjuan, mom has met a very good person... We are going to start a new life."
Juan Juan raised his face and saw the twinkling light in his mother's eyes - that was the light light that he had not seen for a long time after his father left.
What will the new life be like? A handsome uncle, and... A "sister" who is said to be the same age?
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The car drove into a courtyard shaded by greenery.
Juan Juan looked up at the majestic but somewhat cold villa. Jiang Wan rang the doorbell. She subconsciously shrank behind her mother and stuck out half of her head.
The sound of footsteps came from above the spiral staircase.
Black hair fell like a waterfall, and a slender figure of 172 centimeters gradually appeared in sight.
The ironed uniform, the meticulous manner, and that——
"Will. Will. President?????"
Qingxia stood in the middle of the stairs, her eyes falling as usual.
"It's our first time meeting you," her voice was calm, without any emotion, "I am Qingxia."
"Mom, did we go to the wrong place? Ah wu wu wu"
Concept: When the binary star system finally finds a balanced trajectory, all the pain pulled by gravity turns into lines of poetry flickering light years away - it turns out that the first thing the universe gave to life was the dance of broken stardust learning perfection in the collision.