Under the eager anticipation of all the students in the class 2 of the National Finance Department in the whole classroom, people came in one after another outside the classroom door.
Exchange student in Japan.
The leader is a Japanese boy, wearing a simple plain gray shirt, a pair of khaki trousers, and canvas shoes. Although his face is not handsome, he has good features, and his expression is flat without too much tension or other emotions. And the temperament exuded from the whole person is inexplicably attracting attention.
Many girls in the classroom couldn't help but their eyes light up slightly:
"Oh-"
"A handsome guy!"
"It's not that handsome, but the temperament feels so comfortable."
"It's my type!"
The other boys in the class pouted for a while: "That's it..." "I don't think there is any temperament", "The girls really are all nymphos."
As for the seats in the back row of the classroom, Qiu Le couldn't help sighing:
"Hey, man-"
Feng Tao's eyes still fell on the door:
"What's the hurry, this is the first one."
"There are six more behind."
Following the first Japanese boy, several Japanese exchange students came in one after another, but they were all boys, and they were all the same as the first boy in their dressing style and demeanor. Standing up in a row, all of them stand upright and straight, and their expressions all seem to be clear and indifferent...
Or rather, a little cold.
Some boys in the class couldn't help but frown a little and whispered:
"Hey, why do you think these guys seem so arrogant?"
"Every one of them is dead with a paralyzed face-"
"What's the matter, they are not happy to come to our school as an exchange? They don't like us here?"
"A group of little Japanese, what is there to be proud of..."
At this time, several Japanese boys on the stage had begun to introduce themselves. The first boy in the lead glanced down the stage with a flat expression, his eyes barely stopped on anyone and then quickly retracted, and then slightly bow down:
"Miyamoto Sugito, please give me more advice."
He speaks Chinese, the tone of voice is a little strange, but the etiquette is impeccable.
Followed by the second, third and fourth exchange students introduced themselves one after another:
"Ueda key."
"Kan Aoki."
"Ito Saya."
"Yo Nakamura."
When every Japanese exchange student on the podium was introducing himself, he would bow like the first Miyamoto Sugito, and not forget to add a sentence while reporting his name. Incredibly thoughtful, but…
It always makes people feel uncomfortable subconsciously.
"It's true... I feel a little arrogant."
In the back seat, Feng Tao frowned and looked at the few Japanese boys on the stage, standing in a row with his hands down in front of him with a calm expression. Although everyone was polite enough to introduce themselves, they were all brief introductions. , but it also seems to make people feel that the other party is not willing to talk more with the students in the Class 2 National Finance in the classroom.
There was an inexplicable sense of indifference and alienation.
Shen Zhuang, who was sitting beside Feng Tao, had a simple and honest personality. He was unwilling to think bad things about these new Japanese classmates, and said optimistically:
"Neither would-"
"Maybe it's just that their Chinese is not very good, and they can't say anything else they want."
"Well, it's also possible." Feng Tao nodded, but still frowned a little, always feeling that the situation would not be as easy and simple as Shen Zhuang said.
Qiu Le, who was sitting next to him, stared straight at the Japanese exchange students on the podium, and muttered in a general manner:
"One, two, three, four..."
"Five, six."
Immediately Qiu Le looked disappointed:
"Fuck, all six are men!?"
Feng Tao couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Okay, you, just give up, where can you meet some beautiful Japanese soft girls with such good luck - do you really think that all the beauties in this world are bad?"
Qiu Le was extremely frustrated: "Damn... let alone beauties, all of them are men, not even a woman is too boring."
Suddenly, as if he had come to his senses, Qiu Le's eyes lit up again:
"wrong!"
"There are only six."
"Didn't you say there are seven exchange students in this batch, there's still one left!—"
And just as his voice fell, there were light footsteps outside the classroom door.
The six Japanese exchange students on the podium, as well as all the students in the entire National Finance Class 2, also looked towards the door again. i
Then-
Everyone sees first...
It was a pair of plain white cloth shoes, which stepped gently but lightly into the ground at the door of the classroom.
A Japanese girl who was so beautiful that she could almost suffocate everyone, walked into the field of vision of everyone in the class with a calm and comfortable expression.
Almost for a moment, all the boys in the class stared blankly.
A silent silence.
The girl walked lightly to the podium. Tingting was standing. She was not tall, but she looked slender and well-proportioned. Her waist-length straight black hair was scattered behind her like a waterfall, trimmed delicately and meticulously. Zhang also had a beautiful face so delicate that he could hardly pick out the slightest flaw. His eyes were as clear and peaceful as lake water. He looked at all the students of the National Finance Class 2 who had been shocked by the podium. Then he smiled slightly and bowed:
"Jingu Sakura."
"Please take care of me."
It is also Chinese, although the tone is still a bit strange, but with the light and sweet voice, it shows a strange and pleasant charm, and it even makes people want to hear the girl say a few more words.
And it is also the impeccable and thoughtful etiquette of bowing and bowing, but compared with the previous six Japanese exchange boys, the words and actions of the girl named Jingu Sakura will not bring the slightest discomfort to people, just feel Everything is very natural and perfectly matched with the quiet temperament of a girl.
Seeing that the seven Japanese exchange students have already introduced themselves, the counselor next to the podium also smiled and clapped:
"All right."
"These seven new students from Japan will spend an academic year with you in Class 2 of the National Finance Department. They have all learned a certain level of Chinese before coming here, but they are definitely not good enough. , I hope everyone in our class can help us a lot in the future and get along well—"
The voice fell.
There was a thunderous applause from the entire classroom without the instructor continuing to signal.
Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa! ! ! !
The most enthusiastic and positive ones applauded were the boys in the class. While applauding desperately, they looked at the girl named Jingu Sakura on the stage with unconcealed surprise and admiration. They almost reached out to wipe their saliva:
Good luck!
God is not thin to their National Finance Class 2!
This is so...
It's simply a super-best 10-point goddess-level girl, okay! !
"Grass, there really is a superb Japanese soft girl!"
Qiu Le in the back row of the classroom almost had his eyeballs popping out. Surprise and shock were mixed together, and his words were about to fail:
"Mom, motherfucker, the main event is really at the end!!?"
Even Feng Tao, who was beside him, couldn't help but take a deep breath, looking at the Jingong Sakura in his eyes full of surprise:
"This girl..."
"Appearance, body, temperament, and the top class among beauties!"
Shen Zhuang, the most honest character, is also muttering:
"It's all... not worse than Sister Tangtang and Sister Xue, right?"
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