Ninety-ninth bowl of soup Tumi (1)

In Class 27, Grade 1 No. 1 Middle School, the bell has already rang, but the head teacher who is usually on time has not entered the classroom yet.

So the students got excited.

"Why haven't the old class come yet??"

"It's probably cold."

The good students sitting in the front row seized the time to study hard, and the students in the back row were not so serious. They made fun of themselves. The girls who usually played together took out small mirrors to put on makeup and combed their hair. The discipline committee member stood up and shouted several times but no one paid attention to them. The little girl was so angry that she blushed. She quickly wrote down the names of the students who spoke on the notebook, and also recorded what they were doing, and prepared to hand over the head teacher later.

A boy who went to the bathroom rang after the bell rang and smiled: "Do you know, the old class is talking to someone in the office. Our class is coming to transfer students!"

"Transfer student?!"

There are 20 classes in the second year of high school, and each class has about 60 people. Strictly speaking, Class 17 is indeed the least crowded, but there are fifty-two. If there are transfer students, they must be in their class.

There are more boys and fewer girls in their class, and everyone is not familiar with the class. However, because they are in science classes, there are more boys and fewer girls. Therefore, when I heard that there are new classmates, even good students in the front row became curious and asked whether it was a man or a woman.

"The female, it must be a female. I took a look when I ran back from the toilet, but unfortunately I didn't look at her face, but she was very elegant."

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Other students swear together, and they can't even see clearly what temperament is. Does this guy know what temperament is when he opens his mouth and talks randomly?

However, when the head teacher really brought the new classmates in, everyone realized that the word temperament is really not a casual talk.

"Come on, classmate Meng, you can introduce yourself to everyone."

The girl wearing a white shirt and a black pleated skirt is very beautiful. The beauty is extremely dazzling. It may be rare to see a person in his life. She stood gracefully in front of the podium, with a tall and elegant figure, and there were stars in her black and white eyes. Everyone unconsciously focused their attention on her. She was calm and calm, but just bowed slightly and said, "Hello everyone, I am Meng Qinghuan, I hope to get along well with everyone."

The head teacher wrote her name on the blackboard, which is very poetic and dreamy, and is a completely different feeling from a 16 or 17-year-old boy. "Now with new classmates, I hope everyone can help each other. Student Meng has just transferred from another place and is not very familiar with our school. Everyone should help her more and learn from her more."

Learn more? Let them learn more from their new classmates? The old class can say such words and look happy. Could this be a top student, right? That would be too much. If you look so beautiful and have good grades, wouldn’t it give them nowhere to live?

There are no empty seats in the class, and the only empty place is in the last row near the aisle, but no one has ever sat there. The head teacher naturally would not let this kind-hearted good student sit there. He had someone bring in a new desk and stool. He was thinking about where to put it, but he heard Qinghuan say, "It's okay, I'll just sit there."

The students gasped together, and Qinghuan realized something and was a little puzzled: "...what's wrong?"

Everyone looked back and everyone's eyes were locked next to the empty seat. The handsome boy, who was not wearing a school uniform, sat far away from the table with his chair, crossed his hands on the desk, leaned against the back of the chair with his hands on his chest, and his face was covered with an English book, looking like he was asleep.

No one answered her, so she simply walked over with her schoolbag on her back. The desk was quite clean. Qinghuan pulled out the chair and sat down. It was natural, and she didn't realize how much stimulating her simple actions had caused to the students.

The head teacher wanted to stop him, so he just looked at the boy who had been sleeping, frowned almost invisibly, and then didn't say anything. After all, he was just a teacher and was unable to provoke children of such a background. As early as when he was instructing Class 17, the school leader repeatedly told him that he could manage whatever he wanted in this class, just pay attention to one and not provoke the student named Chu Yao. Whether the other party came to class or not, and don't care about what he did in class, and do not care about what he got in the exam.

Fortunately, this student doesn't like to cause trouble. He just skips classes often, doesn't like to study, has poor grades, but it's not a lot of trouble. The only thing is that he doesn't want any deskmate. He always sits alone in the corner of the classroom, doesn't talk to anyone, and doesn't interact with others. He throws books, papers, and other things at school, and dares not come to the final exam last semester.

I heard that it has a great background and ordinary people can't afford to offend them.

There are too many strange students these days.

Although the head teacher didn't care about Chu Yao, there were many people who didn't like him. The boy had a handsome and suffocating face, but he was cold and distant. He was not arrogant, but he just didn't care about anything and didn't take people seriously. But only those who were asking for trouble knew that the handsome boy was, the harder his fists were. Over time, no one dared to provoke him again, and no one dared to talk to him.

In this school, he is like a powerful shadow that cannot be ignored. He is both full of existence and has no sense of existence.

Qinghuan sat beside him, and he didn't seem to care, but everyone thought it was because he fell asleep. However, when the first class was over, Chu Yao took down the book on his face and found that there was a girl taking notes around him, he didn't respond. Instead, he turned his originally overlapped feet up and down and continued to hold his eyes, but his eyes were looking at his new deskmate.

These two people, one is sitting upright and writing hard, the other is indifferent and distant, but they are unexpectedly harmonious and communicative.

The main reason is that both of them are so good-looking.

Qinghuan just came to this school, and her identity here was the daughter brought by a single mother - but now it is not. Her mother found the second spring. It was because her mother remarried that she came to this city with her.

If she is really a teenage girl, she may be withdrawn and uneasy, but she is not. Moreover, she has been in this world for more than ten years, so she won’t care about these things.

However, the first thing she did was to make up for her homework and notes. Qinghuan was a little helpless. Although she was writing, she was not thinking at all. After all, for her, these high school knowledge was as simple as eating and drinking water. Even when she was in class, she didn't listen very seriously, but just acted as if she was listening carefully.

The bell of the second class also rang. Qinghuan found the math textbook, notebook and calculation paper, and took out a pencil from the pencil case. She liked the feeling of writing with a pencil, which was rustling and very pleasant.

But as soon as she picked up the pen, she suddenly felt light in her hand and the pencil disappeared.

Turning his head, her new deskmate was holding her pen in his hand.

Qinghuan didn't bother with him, so he picked up another one, but was snatched away by the other party.

The students in the front row didn't pay attention, but all the students around saw it. Because it was a preparatory bell, the teacher had not arrived yet. Qinghuan hesitated for two seconds and asked, "Student, do you need two pens?"

Chu Yao looked at her lazily and began to turn his pen. His hands were beautiful, and the pencil was flying up and down in his fingers, but his tone was in a slight tone: "I don't need a single one."

"Can you give it back to me?"

"I don't want to pay it back, what should I do?"

With a slightly malicious voice, the students suddenly realized that Chu Yao had improved. Unexpectedly, he was still dissatisfied with this new deskmate. Oh my God, can such a beautiful girl be able to bully others?

But then I thought about it, when did Chu Yao take the initiative to bully someone? He usually ignores anyone, and this is the first time he has been dealing with others.

Qinghuan thought about it, ignored him and simply stopped writing. As a result, Chu Yao took away her math book and told her: "I lost my math book."

She saw it on his desk when she opened her eyes and said lies. But Chu Yao disagreed, and said that he wanted to use hers if he lost his books. Qinghuan nodded and said, "Then you can see."

As soon as the teacher came in, she stopped talking. When the teacher started teaching, Chu Yao, who had taken her book, was ready to move. He kicked her in the chair first, and then poked her hand with a pen. Qinghuan hid twice, and was seen by the teacher on the podium, and immediately clicked her to go to the blackboard to do the questions.

The other students lowered their heads and dared not raise them. The math teacher was the most perverted. Whoever raised his head would call him whom. But the math in the second year of high school was difficult to understand. I immediately asked someone to demonstrate the new knowledge points. If I couldn't do it, I would be criticized. Who would be happy?

Qinghuan stood up, and the students in the class breathed a sigh of relief. After all, they were new classmates, and the teacher should not scold them too badly. But the new classmates are so beautiful. They just stand there and hold chalk, which looks like a painting.

This math problem may be a bit difficult for other students, but Qinghuan really doesn't think it's anything. She has done all her research work, so she can't see such questions. Her handwriting is very good. She did one question without any pickiness at all. Even the math teacher who never laughed was very satisfied. She saw this girl moving her head just now, and she thought she was not honest.

After finishing the question, she was greeted by the students' "Wow Academic Master". Qinghuan thought, if you can live to my age, you won't find this question difficult.

When she walked down, she looked at Chu Yao with four eyes. He looked at her in a daze. No matter whether she had any memories or not, no matter where she was, he would feel her at the first time, and Qinghuan realized this very clearly.

She sighed a little, but she understood it again.
Chapter completed!