You Are One Hundred Percent Sweet

The new boy from class three became a famous figure on the first day. He is handsome and tall. Although he is wearing a simple high school uniform, he looks like an elegant young man in a TV series. He exudes the aura of an elite academic. The girls in the class were all happy, but Ling Shuangshuang wanted to cry. With one more paratrooper, the top ten in the monthly exam will definitely not be guaranteed. Will I be spanked or slapped on the palm when I go home... Until she became roommates with this guy named Yan Luan, Until the results of the first monthly exam came down, Yan Luan took the Chinese test paper and said proudly, "I scored 60 points and passed." He turned to look at Ling Shuangshuang's paper and frowned, "Why did you get 110?" Ling Shuangshuang was expressionless, "Because the perfect score is 150." "..." "By the way, 90 points is considered a passing grade." Ling Shuangshuang reminded him lightly while cursing where this crooked nut came from. Later, when she saw the genuine 147-point English paper in the boy's hand, Ling Shuangshuang was stunned. "Are you really a foreigner?" * Yan Luan is not as polite as his name and appearance at all. He learned fighting from his uncle when he was a child abroad, and he was known as a slippery man when fighting. He soon secured his position as the top tyrant in the mausoleum. The good students were silent when they saw him, and the gangsters from other schools were frightened by the news. Only a girl who wore twin tails every day dared to yell at him righteously. "Yan Luan, your phonetic pronunciation is wrong again!" "Did you eat the square root number two?" "The iron element is going to grow wings and fly away! What arrows are you shooting!" "Rewrite!" "Recalculate!" "Copy the equation a hundred times!" The boy sat on the edge of the table, looked at her pink cheeks, and chuckled: "Classmate Ling, you are blushing." Ling Shuangshuang glared at him fiercely: "You're so angry!" Later, she was blocked by him in the deserted corridor after school, and his hot breath brushed down her forehead. "Shuangshuang, why are your faces so red?" Yan Luan hooked her chin, "Did I make you angry again?" Ling Shuangshuang bit her lip tightly and heard the sound in her chest, pop, pop...