His possessive

chapter 5

　　“Yes,” Chris said casually. The tie on his school uniform was loose and loose, and he looked somewhat unruly and unrestrained. “You must be very happy to be classmates with me.”

　　He looked at Jeanette in disgust: “Quickly shut your mouth.”

　　“Oh, oh.”

　　Jeanette is still in her own world and knows what she's doing is stupid, so she shuts up.

　　While she was still in a trance, a sweet voice rang in her ear:

　　“Chris, why do I have to make room for this woman?”

　　With her backpack in hand, Nina points her index finger at Jeanette with a hint of tears in her voice.

　　From the very beginning, Chris was not right.

　　He couldn't take his eyes off that woman, and she could have tolerated Bessy and Beverly, but she was so corny, and her school dress was up to her knees, and she was so baggy, and she had this stupid look on her face, how can you compare with her?

　　“Chris...” Nina wanted to say something else, it would be best if Chris didn't have to change his mind and kick this rustic girl out of the house, but the next thing she knew, Chris was staring at her like she was ice-cold, like she was in a freezer, and she could only hold her arms together, shivering all over.

　　“I get it, Chris. If It's your idea, I'll listen.”

　　Nina lowered her eyelids obediently. The grievance in her eyes did not diminish. She hoped that Chris would at least give her some comfort, but after she finished speaking, Chris just watched her tidy up the pen and paper on the table in silence.

　　Only she knew how angry she was right now. She's been in love with Chris since elementary school. Anyone could snatch him away, not just a country bumpkin!

　　Passing Jeanette, Nina gives Jeanette a cold glance from an angle that Chris can't see, a snort coming from her nose.

　　Jeanette was baffled by her hostility. How could she have made a vendetta against her on her first day? Or did they know each other?

　　She touched her head in confusion, but her arm was suddenly yanked by a big hand.

　　“What are you waiting for? Sit Down!”

　　“This, this is my seat?”

　　Jeanette's eyes almost popped out. No wonder that girl was so mean to her. She had to give up her seat!

　　But sitting with the devil...

　　Jeanette shudders at the thought of it.

　　She's going to die at the hands of this fiend!

　　Jeanette looks around the room and sees a table at the back of the room. She picks up her bag:

　　“I'll sit there.”

　　She picked up her schoolbag and wanted to walk back.

　　Chris reached out, grabbed her by the collar, and said indifferently:

　　“Jeanette bit me in my room yesterday and tried to run away?”

　　Yesterday!

　　Room!

　　Bite!

　　That's a lot of information!

　　The other students in the classroom have been closely watching Chris's every move, hearing this, the girls' eyes almost red.

　　Who Is this woman? Yesterday at Chris' House? Again? Where?

　　Everyone's hearts were burning with gossip. Before the class began, they held up their mobile phones to take pictures and were ready to upload them to the school's Forum. However, before that, they found out the forum was already flooded with photos.

　　There's Jeanette getting off the bus with Chris, there's Chris getting off Jeanette, there's Jeanette throwing herself into Chris' arms...

　　“Ahem,” ms. Lynn said as she entered the room, feeling a strange atmosphere in the room today. She knocked on the door and coughed softly:

　　“All right, class is over. Please be quiet.”

　　Everyone quickly packed up their phones, but their eyes couldn't help but glance at Jeanette.

　　On her first day of school, Jeanette got a taste of Anticipating, but she wasn't happy about it.

　　Well, it's that Chris' Fault! Would he have been noticed if he didn't have a seductive face? Jeanette felt a chill down her spine at the thought of all those women looking at her as if they wanted to strip her naked.

　　Class dismissed, bathroom.

　　Jeanette wanted to bury her head in the ground, or hide her face from the public...

　　“Are You Jeanette? I'll call you Jeanette from now on. I'm Louisa. Welcome. I'm in class two, too.” A lovely, slightly chubby girl held out her hand to Jeanette and said with a smile.

　　“Really?” Jeanette was flattered. She had thought that she would not be able to find a friend because of Chris. She was worried for a long time. “How do you know my name?”

　　“Well, it says so.” Louisa pointed to the school plaque on Jeanette's chest. “I guess you're the only one with a school plaque now.”

　　“Why?” Jeanette said, wrinkling her nose. “Doesn't the school rule say that everyone has to wear a school plaque every day?”

　　“Hahaha...” Louisa suddenly clutched her stomach and laughed until her face was about to cramp. “Who believes in school rules these days? Jeanette, where did you study before?”

　　“Brooklyn College, Why?”

　　“Brooklyn College. Is it famous? I've never heard of it.”

　　“Well, not as famous as Phill Something Ips e something Xeter Something Acad Something Emy...”

　　“Then how did you get into our school? Special recruitment? It must be the kind with good grades, right? Then I'll have to copy some of my homework in the future...” Louisa smiled wickedly.

　　Every year there are so few places for special admissions that people all over the country would kill to get in, jeanette didn't even try to deny it right away: “It wasn't special admissions. In fact, I don't know how I got in...”

　　“Come on, don't be modest.” Louisa tapped Jeanette on the shoulder, jeanette's eyes were almost blinded by the smile on her lips: “The decision to be friends with you is indeed right, not only can have homework copy, but also from time to time to your position, perhaps also can talk to Chris Less!”! Chris, don't be so handsome! I feel happy breathing in the same classroom with him... .. ."

　　Louisa's eyes sparkled with starlight, her hands clasped, and Jeanette was embarrassed by her fantasy of looking up at the sky.

　　The“Chris” she was talking about must not be the same demon she knew...

　　The bell soon rang and Jeanette took Louisa's hand and ran quickly into the classroom.

　　The bathroom was some distance away from the classroom, and by the time Jeanette arrived, the math teacher had picked up the chalk and written on the blackboard. His hair was long and bare at the back of his head, and he always had a stern expression on his face.

　　Jeanette and Louisa exchanged glances, stooped, and crept toward their seats.

　　“Wheezing like a pig.”

　　As soon as she sat down, Jeanette heard a cool voice beside her.