Lu Rifeng, who was walking towards him, quickly caught the helmet and said in slight horror, "If it breaks, it won't match. The original one is a perfect match."

Mu Xiangqing passed him and said, "If it breaks, you'll pay for it."

"Haha, I can't afford to pay. The final exam results let my old Lu know that I cheated him. This semester's pocket money will be cut in half. Xiao Qingqing, you have to help me."

Lu Rifeng caught up with Mu Xiangqing, his face was full of smiles, and he reached out to take Mu Xiangqing's backpack.

Mu Xiangqing's answer was that she went straight upstairs without even glancing at him.

And Lu Rifeng didn't care at all. He was used to Mu Xiangqing being a hard-spoken person with a soft heart. Outsiders misunderstood her, but she never bothered to explain, and she didn't care what irrelevant people thought of her.

"By the way, did you make any noise when you went home the day before yesterday?" Lu Rifeng asked urgently.

The day before yesterday when he went out, he heard his mother talking about Mrs. Zhong's party, so he called Mu Xiangqing.

But after the call, he regretted it again. After that, Mu Xiangqing stopped answering the phone. He had to ask other people, and found out that everyone had been driven away. He couldn't ask more details.

Mu Xiangqing still didn't answer, but Lu Rifeng guessed the answer when he saw it.

There must have been a quarrel at home, but it was concealed again. This was a tacit agreement between her and her old lady, and the quarrel would never be known to the male master of the Zhong family.

However, it seemed that Mu Xiangqing was still in a good mood today, and there was probably no big fuss.

As soon as the two reached the third floor, someone rushed up to them. They stopped suddenly and said in a surprised voice, "Boss Mu, Young Master Feng, we have a transfer student here."

"Transfer student?" Lu Rifeng unexpectedly asked, "No, who is so bold and dares to transfer to Class 11?"

Mu Xiangqing just raised her eyebrows and walked towards the classroom at the end of the corridor without stopping.

Entered Class 11, Grade 3.

People in the classroom who were talking or doing their own thing immediately raised their heads and said hello.

"Boss Mu, Young Master Feng."

Mu Xiangqing sat down in the last row by the window.

Lu Rifeng's seat was in front of Mu Xiangqing. He put her backpack and helmet on the empty seat next to her, then took the milk from his deskmate Chen Chen and inserted the straw before handing it to Mu Xiangqing.

Then he asked Chen Chen, "Do you know the details of the transfer student?"

Mu Xiangqing drank milk and looked out the window, showing no interest or curiosity in understanding this.

The person who answered was Zhao Yuepeng who came over, "I've asked around, and for now I only know that the person who transferred back from Country M is named Sikong Jue."

"Sikong? It can't be that Sikong, right?" Lu Rifeng asked with a smile.

Zhao Yuepeng shrugged, "I didn't find out about this, but I have never heard of the name Sikong Jue among the younger generation of the Sikong family. The surname Sikong is very eye-catching in the Xia Kingdom."

"By the way, we also changed the class teacher. Old Liu was afraid. The new class teacher is a female student who just graduated from Bei'an University. She is twenty-five years old. Her parents died young. She lives with her grandmother and relies on scholarships to complete her studies."

Chen Chen raised his left thumb and said, "Apeng, that's ok. It's only been ten minutes since I came back and I've found out clearly. It's really just an enquiry."

Zhao Yuepeng raised his chin arrogantly and said, "The new class teacher has just graduated to teach the senior students. I guess no other teachers dare to come."

"Old Liu was hired with a lot of money back then, but now he can't stand it any longer." Chen Chen snorted coldly, with disdain in his eyes, "I'm really looking forward to whether this new class teacher can survive until we graduate."

Lu Rifeng was not very curious about the new class teacher. He was more curious about the transfer students. He looked at Mu Xiangqing. She didn't care, so he didn't say much.

Others also came back one after another, all discussing transfer students and new teachers, but most of them were transfer students, and changing teachers was common.

Only Mu Xiangqing looked out the window quietly, in sharp contrast to the noisy classroom, and was lost in her own thoughts.

'bell···'

The school bell rang, and the discussion in Class 11, Grade 3, did not stop.

Two knocks on the door still didn't attract their attention.

Lin Lanfei, who was holding the book, took a deep breath, walked into the classroom with her head held high, walked to the podium, put down the book, looked around firmly, and said loudly, "Classmates, be quiet, class is on."

Suddenly a person appeared on the podium, which attracted the attention of everyone in Class 11, Grade 3, who stopped communicating and looked at her curiously.

Wearing a very ordinary professional trousers.

She has a high ponytail and is not tall, about 1.6 meters tall. She has a fairly slender figure, a little baby fat on her face, delicate and energetic facial features, and clear and calm eyes. She is not as afraid or flattering as those teachers in the past who couldn't hide their fear when they came.

The classmates in Class 11 of Senior High School were quite satisfied with her first impression.

Lin Lanfei felt countless looks at her. She clenched her hands slightly on the table to calm her nerves. She smiled and said, "Hello, classmates, my name is Lin Lanfei. From today on, I will serve as the Chinese teacher and head teacher of your class.

, we look out for each other.”

Lin Lanfei turned around and wrote her name on the blackboard, then looked back at the dozens of youthful faces.

This is the first class she has taught after graduation, and it is still the most difficult class in Deyuan High School.

When she found out that she was going to be the head teacher of Class 11 in the senior year of high school, many people came to tell her rumors about this class before she even asked about it.

Almost all of them are bad.

Deyuan High School is the most expensive and best private school in Jing City, and it is also among the top three high schools in the country.

Classes 1 to 10 of each grade are elite classes based on performance. Anyone who can get into Deyuan High School has absolute strength.

But Class 11 is not, it is an ordinary class, and its results are very different from the previous 10 classes. The students in Class 11 are all wealthy children who are poor in studies and disobedient to discipline, and were sent here by their parents with a lot of money.

But it is also because of these people that the school's educational resources are good enough.

Originally, the head teachers of all classes were to follow the class, but the head teacher of this class would apply every semester and the reasons were various, including poor health, family reasons, etc.

In fact, the fundamental reason is that the students in this class are too difficult to teach. They are all rich and wealthy children who cannot be offended. They are tired and scared, and they cannot get a high salary.

Although there is a Class 11 for every grade, the class 11 of the senior year is the one that the school cannot offend the most.

The two classrooms next door to Class 11, Grade 3, are both empty. Every teacher who comes to class is said to have paid a lot of money to come and leave immediately after class. Others will never come unless they come near.

Lin Lanfei retracted her thoughts and took a deep breath. Since she is now the head teacher of Class 11, Grade 3, she should do what she should do no matter what the family background of these students is.

Mu Xiangqing's indifferent gaze moved from the window to Lin Lanfei's face, turned away at a glance, and kicked the leg of Lu Rifeng's chair with her right foot.

Lu Rifeng, who grew up playing with Mu Xiangqing, immediately understood what she meant and raised his hands to applaud, "Welcome to the new class teacher."

The next second, deafening applause sounded, accompanied by the sound of greetings, whether sincere or not.

"Hello, Teacher Lin."

"Hello, class teacher."

Lin Lanfei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and glanced in the direction of Mu Xiangqing.

Before she came here, the teacher in the office had specifically told her that the girl in Class 11, Grade 3, should not be offended the most because of a girl named Mu Xiangqing. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was the school bully, and everyone in Class 11 listened to her.

Lin Lanfei never expected that she would be such a girl.

Not to mention her outstanding appearance, she sat there very quietly, her eyes were clear but indifferent, and her whole body had the aura of being unapproachable by strangers. She did not have the sunshine of youth that should be available at this age, and even the hot summer sunshine could not warm her.

She was so cold, as if there were very few things or people in this world that she cared about.

Unlike the school bully she met when she was studying, Mu Xiangqing is the one who needs more protection.

"teacher LIN."

A low magnetic voice sounded, and Lin Lanfei came out of her thoughts and looked towards the door after hearing the sound.

"I am the new transfer student, Sikong Jue."

"Classmate Sikong, come in." Lin Lanfei waved to Sikong Jue.

The transfer student had already arrived, but he was called by the principal and didn't know what to talk about, so Lin Lanfei came first.

Sikong Jue, wearing a blue and white school uniform, walked in and instantly attracted the attention of everyone except Mu Xiangqing.

The people in Class 11 of the senior year were very curious about this transfer student.

He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his tall nose, and his skin is paler than that of ordinary girls, but his thick bangs are really eye-catching.

He is quite tall, probably over 1.8 meters. He looks much better in a loose school uniform. He is a natural clothes hanger.

But his expressionless face gave people a very cold feeling, and he did not dare to approach easily.

Sikong Jue walked to Lin Lanfei's side.

Lin Lanfei smiled and said, "Classmate Sikong Jue, please introduce yourself."

"Sikong Jue." Sikong Jue opened his lips lightly.

The brief words made Mu Xiangqing look back.

He was obviously of the same age and looked very ordinary, but he exuded an indescribable sense of pressure, which was not what a high school student should feel.

So Mu Xiangqing couldn't help but look at Sikong Jue more, but there was only a hint of curiosity.

When Sikong Jue's eyes looked around, he met Mu Xiangqing's, but the next second they both looked away, looking at the stranger.

Lin Lanfei waited for a while and saw that Sikong Jue had nothing else to say and did not force herself. She raised her head and looked around, "Classmate Sikong, go to the empty seat in the last row and choose a seat."

Sikong Jue walked off the podium and without squinting, he went directly to the empty seat on the left next to the window in the middle.

The only seats in the last row were Si Kong Jue and Mu Xiangqing, with an empty seat between them.

Sikong Jue put his backpack in the drawer, feeling very depressed about his uncle's arrangement.

He had almost forgotten what it felt like to wear a school uniform to class, and he was a little uncomfortable with it.

Forget it, he has nothing to do now anyway.

As a nostalgic thing, now he hates experiments and writing thesis conclusions.

Everyone's curiosity about Sikong Jue quickly dissipated. After all, he looked too ordinary and it was okay to enjoy campus life.

Lin Lanfei picked up the roll call list and said, "Okay, let's start the roll call."
Chapter completed!