"I'm sorry, teacher, I let you down, so I don't have the face to stay in Class A, I invite myself to Class F." Su Kui said with a sincere expression and faintly to Mo Yutong.
As soon as the voice fell, not only Mo Yutong was shocked, but even Zhou Yu was at a loss.
What's the situation!
The well-known good students in the whole school and the students who are trained by the college, apply now to class F!
What kind of existence is Class F? There is a group of people who are the most disobedient and the most troubled in the whole college. They all call this class a waste class in private.
However, on the bright side, no one dared to say it, or even dared to reveal it at all, because there were a few students in it, the family background was very large, and no one dared to care about walking sideways in the entire college.
Mo Yutong looked at Su Kui with a breezy face, and asked in a cold voice: "Do you know what you are talking about? You will have a very good future in Class A, but you Have you fallen so willingly to go to Class F now?"
"I think I have made it very clear, and I don't think that going to Class F is self-willing. I'm sorry, teacher, thank you very much for your kindness."
Su Kui is impatiently succumbing to the illusion, and besides, with her background, it is not difficult to have a good future, right?
Putting a blank expression on Mo Yutong, Su Kui went straight into the classroom to pack his schoolbags. In fact, there was nothing to take, and he packed up in a while.
With countless admiring gazes, Su Kui's footsteps are brisk, and her white and pink face is always smiling.
The moment he passed Mo Yutong, Su Kui slowly raised a smile, "Thank you for your care, goodbye."
Then left without looking back.
"Hey… "
Looking at her unwavering back, Zhou Yu yelled instinctively. Su Kui didn’t turn his head and pause. He didn’t know what to say next. He could only watch Su Kui’s slender figure quickly disappear in the corridor. The end.
Class F of Senior High School 3 is set up at the end of the corridor, and is distinct from Class A.
Su Kui looked up at the big sign of F on the house plate, raised her eyebrows and opened her lips slightly, "Is class F?"
The biggest difference between many students in Class F and other classes is that they do not wear school uniforms, their hair is dyed colorfully, and their clothes are all kinds of hip-hop holes. When they step into this classroom, they will instantly give people a wrong dimension. a feeling of.
The collision of various colors is too bright. The young boys and girls in front of them have their hair tossed into various shapes, and the eyebrows are still childish, but the expressions on their faces are rebellious and unruly.
Su Kui took a deep breath, feeling the faint tobacco flowing in his lungs mixed with the indistinguishable smell of brand-name perfumes.
I have to say that compared to the rigid Class A, Su Kui prefers such a free and unrestrained Class F. Whether it is a waste material class or an elite class, it has always been a matter of personal choice.
The students of the so-called elite classes seem to be dismissive of the waste materials class, but in fact, they are envious in their hearts.
Envious of such a free and easy atmosphere, and unfettered life.
"Hello everyone, my name is Mu Qingyuan." Su Kui slowly stepped onto the podium. The bald old man on the podium was dozing off, and the whole class was noisy like a vegetable market.
The light and indifferent voice was amid the noisy voices, but it was especially clear, and it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.