Raocheng No. 1 Middle School is a century-old prestigious school. Every year, it has students admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University. There are many famous alumni in the school. It can be said to be the best school in Raocheng.
It is the beginning of a new semester and there is a huge crowd at the school gate, with many parents driving their children to register.
Among them, Qiao Weimin’s newly purchased royal blue Bentley was particularly eye-catching on the road.
Many parents who sent their children to school looked at them with curiosity and envy. Qiao Weimin and Qiao Chen had happy faces and proudly accepted the gazes from all directions.
Qiao Nian only took a glance, then picked up her shoulder bag and walked into the school gate, as if there were two people at the school gate who had nothing to do with her.
However, Qiao Chen saw a blue figure from afar, and recognized Qiao Nian from the back. He pulled Qiao Weimin and pointed at Qiao Nian's back and said, "Dad, is that my sister? From the back, she looks like her."
When Qiao Weimin looked in the direction of her finger, the defiant figure had already disappeared in the crowd.
He frowned and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry about her. She won't be in the same class with you anyway. If you run into her in school in the future, just pretend you don't know her."
Qiao Chen looked in the direction where Qiao Nian disappeared, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, stood obediently beside Qiao Weimin, hummed, hiding the sneer in his eyes.
That’s right, with Qiao Nian’s grades, he can at best be admitted to Class D or Class F. If it’s worse, he might end up in a garbage class like Class S!
She and Qiao Nian are destined to be the difference between the white clouds in the sky and the mud on the ground!
Qiao Chen's mood suddenly improved. It happened that the people she usually played well with had come. She put Qiao Nian behind her mind and started chatting enthusiastically with Zhao Jingwei and the others.
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Outside the principal's office.
Qiao Nian knocked on the door.
"Come in."
She pushed open the door. The principal's office was bright and spacious. A row of green plants were placed in front of the large desk. In addition to the large leather desk, the walls were lined with bookshelves. She took a quick glance and saw many famous works in original English.
She closed the door.
There's more than one person inside.
The first person to greet her was a man holding a file bag, probably in his early forties, with sparse hair on top of his head, dark skin, but a pair of bright and serious eyes. When he saw her, he was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head to open the file in his hand, hummed and asked, "Classmate Qiao Nian, right?"
There was a photo posted in the place of the avatar on the profile. Due to the bad angle and dim light, the girl in the photo looked rustic and her facial features could not be seen clearly.
The dean compared the beautiful, flamboyant, wild and sloppy girl in front of him and couldn't match her with the person in the photo.
"Are you Qiao Nian?"
Qiao Nian felt his gaze linger on her face for three or four seconds, and the corners of her eyes raised a little absentmindedly: "I'm Qiao Nian. Hello, teacher."
That look of wildness to the core!
"Oh, okay, you sit down for a while."
There were other teachers in the office, who seemed to be organizing materials for the start of the school year. When they saw her come in, they all focused their attention on her.
Chen Xi was also among them.
She looked at the girl who was walking over with the dean of studies, and was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had seen wrongly. She nudged the teacher next to her with her elbow and asked softly, "Lao Liu, is this the new transfer student?"
The head teacher of Class C was a simple and honest man. Hearing this, he looked at Qiao Nian curiously and replied, "There is only one transfer student in the school this semester. She came to the principal's office, so it must be her. This girl is pretty and seems very smart. I wonder how her grades are."
(End of this chapter)