All the boys watched Yang Zimei drift past them with envy and jealousy, and sat calmly at the empty table next to Huang Yifeng.
Huang Yifeng clamped his armpit a little nervously, sat upright, not daring to move.
The reason why he didn't sit at the same table before was because there was an odd-numbered person in the class. The biggest reason was that he had a strong body odor, and everyone refused to sit with him, even the neighbors.
Now, Yang Zimei, who is as white and elegant as Xiaolongnv, and even has a faint natural elegant fragrance, is sitting beside him, and he begins to feel inferior, and dare not even talk to her.
Yang Zimei practiced qi-guiding technique, and her five sense organs were particularly sensitive, so she could naturally smell the body odor coming from him, but she didn't show any disgust, but smiled at him faintly, "Hello, I'm very happy We can be tablemates."
"You... you... well..."
Huang Yifeng was tongue-tied and responded nervously, "My... is Huang Yifeng."
"My name is Yang Zimei, and I will take care of you in my studies." Yang Zimei looked at the boy in front of him who had a loyal face but was nervous because of his body odor, and tried to show himself to be friendly.
"Let's study together." Huang Yifeng was so nervous that he was sweating.
And the more he sweated, the thicker his body odor became, and it began to waft around.
The students on the left and right began to cover their noses.
Huang Yifeng looked at Yang Zimei worriedly, fearing that he would spoil her, and the psychological pressure would be even heavier.
But he saw her still smiling indifferently, without any look of disgust, as if she couldn't smell his scent.
In fact, Yang Zimei had closed her sense of smell at this time, so no matter how smelly or fragrant it was, she couldn't smell it anymore.
Class teacher Qin Kaiwen started class.
He is in Chinese class.
This lesson happens to be explaining "The Book of Songs Zhou Nan Guan Ju":
"Guanguan Jujiu, in the river continent. A fair lady, a gentleman is a good man.
Nymphaeum variegated, flowing from left to right. My fair lady, I long for it.
poo. Leisurely leisurely, tossing and turning.
There are various water lilies, and they are picked from the left and right. My fair lady is a friend of Qin Se.
There are various waterweeds, and they are left and right. My fair lady, the bells and drums are melodious. "
The female classmate found that when reciting this poem, Qin Kaiwen's voice was extremely deep and pleasant to hear. Also, the boys were reading the poem while looking at Yang Zimei who was sitting quietly, and the voice was deliberately made very loud. Loud, trying to get her attention.
The girls got a little jealous.
Especially class flower Lin Yiting.
In the past, most of the boys in the class often peeked at her, but now, the person who peeked at her has changed, and her self-esteem was hit. He has a very special feeling for the transfer student, and those deep and clear eyes always look at Yang Zimei from time to time.
Jealousy was like a poisonous snake, biting her heart until her lower lip was about to bleed, and she kept cursing in her heart: "Dead country girl, die country girl, die country girl."
It was the first time for Yang Zimei to experience such a classroom atmosphere, which she had never experienced in her previous life.
Therefore, even though she memorized the content of the poem at a glance and could understand it, she still listened carefully to the teacher's lecture.
Under the gaze of her big black and white eyes, Qin Kaiwen explained this lesson in a seamless, lively and interesting way, giving people a kind of enjoyment and pursuit of beauty.