Ninety-ninth bowl of soup and tea (1)
No. 1 Middle School Senior Class 27, the class bell has already rang, but the head teacher who is usually on time has not yet entered the classroom.
So the students were completely excited.
"Why hasn't Lao Ban come yet???"
"It's probably cold."
The good students sitting in the front row took the time to study hard, while the students in the back row were not so serious. They made fun of them wantonly. The girls who usually played together took out a small mirror to touch up their makeup and comb their hair. The disciplinary committee stood up and yelled several times. The little girl blushed with anger, and quickly wrote down the names of the speaking classmates in a small notebook, and by the way, also wrote down what they were doing, and was going to hand it over when the head teacher came.
A boy who went to the bathroom after the class bell rang ran back, grinning: "You know, the old class is talking to people in the office, our class is going to transfer students!"
"Transfer Students?!"
There are a total of 20 classes in the second year of high school, and each class has about 60 students. Strictly speaking, class 17 is indeed the least crowded, but there are also 52 students. If there are any transfer students, they must be in their class.
There are more boys than girls in their class, and everyone is new to the class, but because it is a science class, there are more boys than girls, so when they hear that there are new classmates, even the good students in the front row become curious and ask Is male or female.
"Female, female, it must be a female. I took a look when I came back from the toilet, but unfortunately I didn't look at the face, but it is very temperamental."
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The other students booed him collectively, they couldn't see their faces clearly and they said they had temperament. Does this guy know what temperament is
But when the head teacher really brought the new students in, everyone realized that the word temperament was really not just a casual talk.
"Come on, classmate Meng, introduce yourself to everyone."
The girl in the white shirt and black pleated skirt is very, very beautiful, that kind of beauty is extremely dazzling, and it may be rare for a person to see it once in a lifetime. She stood gracefully in front of the podium, with a tall and elegant figure, and her black and white eyes seemed to have stars in them. Everyone unconsciously focused their attention on her. She didn't rush, just bowed slightly and said, "Hi everyone, I'm Meng Qinghuan, and I hope to get along well with everyone."
The teacher in charge wrote her name on the blackboard, which was very poetic and dreamy, completely different from the feeling of sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys and girls. "Now I have a new classmate, I hope everyone can help each other. Meng has just transferred from another place and is not very familiar with our school. Everyone should help her and learn from her."
Learn a lot? Let them learn more from their new classmates? Lao Ban actually said such words with a happy expression on his face. Could this guy be a top student? That's too much, so pretty, no matter how good their grades are, wouldn't they have no way out
There are no more vacant seats in the class, and the only vacant place is in the penultimate row near the aisle, but there is never anyone sitting there. Naturally, the head teacher would not let this well-behaved student sit there, he had already had someone move a new desk and stool, and was thinking about where to put it, when he heard Qing Huan say: "It's okay teacher, I'll just sit there. "
The students collectively gasped, Qing Huan realized something, and was a little puzzled: "... what's wrong?"
Everyone looked back in unison, and everyone's eyes were locked on the side of the empty seat. The handsome boy without school uniform is sitting far away from the table with his hands on the chair, crossed his hands on the desk, leaning against the back of the chair with his arms crossed, and covered his face with an English book. He looks like he is asleep .
No one answered her, she simply walked over with her schoolbag on her back, the desk was quite clean, Qing Huan pulled out the chair and sat down, it was natural, unaware that her simple actions had caused harm to the students. What a thrill.
It was too late for the teacher in charge to stop him. He just looked at the boy who had been sleeping, frowned almost invisible, and then said nothing. After all, he was just a teacher, and he was incapable of messing with a child of that background. As early as when he was leading Class 17, the school leader repeatedly told him that he could manage this class any way he wanted, just pay attention to one thing, and don't provoke that student named Chu Yao. Don't care about whether the other party comes to class or not, what they did in class and how many points they got in the test.
Fortunately, this student doesn't like to cause trouble, but he often skips classes, doesn't like to study, and has poor grades, but it's not too troublesome. The only thing is that he doesn't want any deskmates, and always sits in the corner of the classroom alone, not talking to anyone Talking, not interacting with others, throwing books and stationery at school, dare not come to the final exam last semester.
I heard that he has a lot of background, and ordinary people can't afford it.
There are too many strange students these days.
Although the class teacher doesn't care about Chu Yao, there are many people who can't understand him. The young man has a handsome and suffocating face, but he is cold and alienated. in the eyes. But only those who trouble him know how good-looking this young man is, and how hard his fists are. Over time, no one dared to provoke him, and no one dared to talk to him.
In this school, he is like a powerful shadow that cannot be ignored. Both existent and non-existent.
Qing Huan sat next to him, and he didn't seem to care, but everyone thought it was because he fell asleep, but when the first class was over, Chu Yao took off the book on his face and found that there was an extra person beside him. When the girl was taking notes seriously, she didn't respond. Instead, she turned her overlapping feet up and down, and continued to tilt her feet, but her eyes were looking at her new tablemate.
Of these two people, one is sitting upright and writing vigorously, the other is in a reckless and indifferent posture, yet they are unexpectedly harmonious and commensurate.
The main reason is that both of them look too good.
Qing Huan just came to this school, and her identity here is a daughter brought by a single mother—but not now, her mother has found a second spring, and it is because her mother remarried that she came to this city with her.
If it was really a teenage girl, she might be withdrawn and restless, but she is not, and she has been in this world for more than ten years, so she doesn't care about it.
But the first thing she came here was to make up homework and notes. Qing Huan was a little helpless. Although she was writing, she was not thinking at all. After all, for her, these high school knowledge were as simple as eating and drinking. In fact, she didn't listen very carefully during class, she just pretended to be listening carefully.
The bell for class 2 also rang. Qing Huan found out her math textbook, notebook, and calculation paper, and took out a pencil from the pencil case. She liked the feeling of writing with a pencil. The rustling sound was very pleasant.
But as soon as she picked up the pen, she suddenly lightened her hand and the pencil disappeared.
Turning her head, her new deskmate was holding her pen in his hand.
Qing Huan didn't bother with him, and picked up another one by herself, but was snatched away by the other party.
The students in the front row didn't pay attention, but the students around all saw it. Because it was the preparation bell and the teacher hadn't come yet, Qing Huan 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 are raw and pretty, with pencils flying up and down between his fingers, but his tone is contemptuous: "I don't need any of them."
"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 gotten better, but he was still dissatisfied with his new deskmate. My God, such a beautiful girl could be so cruel as to bully her
But on second thought, when did Chu Yao take the initiative to bully others? He usually doesn't talk to anyone, but this is the first time he talks to anyone else.
Qing Huan thought about it, ignored him, and simply didn't need to use the pen. What was even worse was that Chu Yao took her math book away, and told her: "I lost my math book."
She opened her eyes and told nonsense, she saw it on his desk. But Chu Yao didn't take it seriously, she just said that she wanted to use hers when she had no books, so Qing Huan nodded and said, "Then read it."
Just when the teacher came in, she stopped talking. When the teacher started to give a lecture, Chu Yao, who had taken her book, started to move. He kicked her chair first, and then poked her hand with a pen. Qing Huan dodged twice, and happened to be spotted by the teacher on the podium, and immediately asked her to do a problem on the blackboard.
The other students kept their heads down and did not dare to raise their heads. The math teacher was the most perverted, and whoever raised his head would call him. However, the mathematics in the second year of high school is difficult to understand, and the newly learned knowledge points are immediately asked to demonstrate, and if they can't do it, they will be criticized. Who likes it.
Qing Huan got up, and the students in the class were relieved. After all, they were new students, so the teacher probably wouldn't scold her too badly. But the new classmate is really good-looking, just standing there holding chalk, it looks like a painting.
This math problem may be a bit difficult for other students, but Qing Huan really doesn't think there is anything wrong with it. She has done scientific research work before, so she doesn't take such a problem seriously. Her handwriting is also very beautiful, and there is no pickiness at all when she solves a problem. Even the math teacher who never laughs is very satisfied. Just now, when I saw this girl moving her head around, I thought it was dishonest.
When she finished the questions, she was greeted by the eyes of "Wow Xueba" from her classmates. Qing Huan thought to herself, if you live to my age, you won't find this problem difficult.
When she walked down, she met Chu Yao's eyes, and he looked at her, fascinated. No matter whether he has memory or not, no matter what kind of place he is in, he will feel her immediately, and Qing Huan realizes this very clearly.
She sighed a little, but she understood.