Jiang Lingzhi's previous deskmates had always been girls, and this was the first time for boys to be at the same table.
"Hi, classmate Jiang." The boy looked a little embarrassed.
Jiang Ling smiled politely: "Hello."
"..."
Then there is silence.
The awkward chat can no longer go on.
Now after changing seats, she is surrounded by people she doesn't know.
There are two boys in front, and two vacant seats in the back. One of them has a book on the table. No one came. They should have asked for leave today.
Without Wen Yujing around, she talked less.
Hao Weiwu didn't come back for this class.
The next session is self-study, Brother Weiwu still didn't come back, but another person came.
At that time, Jiang Lingzhi was brushing up the review questions for the college entrance examination.
The squad leader sat on the podium to observe discipline.
But the whispering voice below still didn't stop.
The new deskmate was probably embarrassed and didn't talk to her.
Finally mustered up the courage to say something.
"that… "
Just started, the classroom suddenly fell silent.
It's like a chicken whose veins are suddenly choked.
All sounds stopped abruptly.
Jiang Lingzhi stopped the pen in her hand, and was about to ask her deskmate what was the matter, when she noticed his gaze, she also subconsciously followed him.
It spans most of the classroom.
The boy stood tall and thin at the door of the classroom, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a black schoolbag slung across his shoulders.
Black hair hangs down naturally, a chiseled face, very superior facial features, light-colored eyes, looks lazy and careless.
He raised his eyes and looked around, but didn't see the teacher there, raised his eyebrows, and walked straight into the classroom.
Therefore, the movements of the students in Class 7, Grade 2 were very uniform.
His eyes moved with this handsome classmate.
Except, Wen Yujing, who was sitting in the first row of a large group, seemed a little restless.
Lying in a trough? !
Isn't the new transfer student a senior? How come you are a sophomore in high school? !
And still in their class, so handsome, so handsome, so handsome! !
He Dixian who was sitting on the podium finally came to his senses and stood up: "Student, did you go wrong?"
Although I knew there was a transfer student coming to the school, I vaguely heard that it was a senior year in high school.
Li Shunan walked up to him, relying on his superior height, stared at the monitor condescendingly, half-lidded his eyelids, and said in a neutral tone: "Isn't this Class 2 and 7?"
He Di was stunned for a moment before replying, "It's Class 7, Grade 2."
"Ah," Li Shunan replied lazily, passed behind him, and walked towards the empty desk in the classroom, "That's right."
After the classroom was silent for nearly five seconds, a loud discussion broke out suddenly.
This is how girls are drawn.
"Ahhh... good! Handsome! Ah!"
"My! Dessert! Mom! Ah! How come, this! What! Handsome!" The deliberately suppressed voices couldn't conceal their excitement.
"The height is too high, the squad leader is about 1.7 meters tall, and he has to look up! Head! Look! He!"
"Ahhhhhh..."
boys:
"Hiss... familiar..."
After all, with such a ostentatious face, even though he has been away for two years, someone still remembers him.
"Hiss... isn't this who? That who?!!"
"Wow..." Someone blurted out: "Little bully in the old town, Li! Shu! Nan!"
Some people may not know him, but his name has definitely been heard.
A very legendary boss.
(end of this chapter)