Song Yaoyao looked straight ahead, her melodious voice was like beating notes, a poem with a length of several hundred words, she had never read the textbook from the beginning to the end.
The surroundings were completely silent, and the eyes looking at Song Yaoyao were all dumbfounded.
Wang Zhongyun touched his bald forehead, and after a long time came to his senses, "Student, did you really go wrong?"
It is not difficult to recite poems, but the difficult thing is that the students in Class 3 will recite poems!
Song Yaoyao: "???"
She stood there innocently, staring at Wang Zhongyun with her dark eyes.
"Cough..." Wang Zhongyun was embarrassed, "Are you kidding me? In fact, you are from Class 1?"
Different from Class 3, Class 1 is full of all kinds of top students, who are the main talents cultivated by this school.
Song Yaoyao couldn't put it into words, "Teacher, I really belong to Class 3."
Wang Zhongyun smiled coyly, and met the girl's clear and moist eyes. She looked small, and the look in her eyes at this time was pitiful and unbearable.
Wang Zhongyun always felt that if he continued to doubt, his girls would cry.
Quickly encouraged: "Cough! The memorization is very good, word for word! Excellent, very excellent!"
As soon as he applauded, the students below started booing, one by one banging the table, whistling, wishing to tear the roof of the classroom.
"Stop, stop! Stop for me!" Wang Zhongyun glared at the students in the audience angrily, "One by one, if there is Song—"
"Teacher, Song Yaoyao." Song Yaoyao reminded with a smile.
"Yes! Half as good as Song Yaoyao's classmate, I can die in peace!"
Everyone pouted, as if they didn't hear it. If they can do it, they will be assigned to Class 3
Next, Wang Zhongyun became more energetic in his lectures, making Song Yaoyao stand up to answer questions from time to time. After one class, everyone suddenly realized that Song Yaoyao, who had a very low sense of existence in memory, turned out to be so outstanding
No matter what Wang Zhongyun asked, she could follow.
The voice is nice, delicate and soft, just listening to it makes people feel cute and excellent.
Han Jun lay on the desk as usual, lowered his hair and sent a video to Shen Xun.
Master Jun is super handsome: Brother, look at this quickly, I rely on Song Yaoyao, this is not a demon, this is a completely different person, right
Master Jun is super handsome: I didn't expect her to have such good grades, and she is also beautiful, with a thin waist, tsk tsk...
Naturally, Shen Xun didn't return, and went somewhere to sleep.
Han Jun smacked his lips, lying on the table like an idiot, staring at the girl in front of him by the window. She sits in a cute posture, like a beautiful girl from the second dimension. Who would have thought that it was this person with a gentle voice who just humiliated the eldest sister in the class to the point of shame
Awesome, really awesome!
After class.
Song Yaoyao was arranging notes on her seat, which she had learned a long time ago. But for Song Yaoyao, sitting in the classroom is also dry sitting, and it doesn't matter if you learn it all over again.
Anyway, the main task of students is not to study hard
"Hi! Classmate—"
The girls wore high ponytails, and Li Nan's student uniform had been modified, so that the pleated skirt could barely cover the buttocks, revealing a pair of long, straight, white legs. She crossed her arms and leaned lazily on Song Yaoyao's table.
The voice is between a girl and a woman, with a unique little laziness.
"Huh?" Song Yaoyao raised her head while holding the book, and met the girl's eyes shining like stars, "What's the matter?"