Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum Chapter 1008: The ninety-ninth bowl of soup tea (1)

The ninety-ninth bowl of soup tea (1)

Class 27 of No. 1 Middle School, the class bell has already rang, but the head teacher, who is always on time, has not yet entered the classroom.

So the students were thoroughly excited.

“Why hasn’t the old class come yet???”

"It's probably cold."

The good students sitting in the front row took the time to study hard, the students in the back row were not so serious, they laughed wildly, and the girls who usually played together even took out a small mirror to fix their makeup and comb their hair, and the disciplinary committee stood up After shouting several times, no one responded. The little girl blushed with anger. She quickly wrote down the names of the classmates who were speaking in the small notebook.

A boy who went to the toilet after the class bell rang ran back and smiled: "You know, the old class is talking to people in the office, our class is going to transfer students!"

"Transfer student?!"

There are 20 classes in the second year of high school, and there are about 60 students in each class. Strictly speaking, the 17th class is indeed the least, but there are also 52. If there are transfer students, it must be them class's.

There are more boys and less girls in their class. Everyone is new and unfamiliar, but because it is a science class, there are more boys than girls, so when I hear about new students, even the good students in the front row are curious. Get up and ask if it is male or female.

"It's a woman, it must be a woman. I glanced at it when I ran back from the toilet, but unfortunately I didn't look at my face, but it was very temperamental."

Cut——

The other classmates booed him collectively. He couldn't see his face clearly, and he said he had temperament. Does this guy know what temperament is?

But when the class teacher really brought in the new students, everyone realized that the word temperament is really not a casual word.

"Come on, classmate Meng, introduce yourself to everyone."

The girl wearing a white shirt and a black pleated skirt is very, very beautiful, and that kind of beauty is extremely dazzling, and it may be rare for a person to see it once in a lifetime. She curled up in front of the podium, tall and elegant, with a pair of black and white eyes that seemed to have stars. Everyone unconsciously focused their attention on her. She was not in a hurry, just bowed slightly and said, "Hello everyone, I'm Meng Qinghuan. I hope I can get along well with you."

The head teacher wrote her name on the blackboard, which is very poetic and dreamy, which is completely different from that of sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls. "Now that I have new classmates, I hope everyone can help each other. Classmate Meng has just transferred from another place and is not very familiar with our school. We need to help her a lot and learn from her a lot."

Learn a lot? Let them learn a lot with their new classmates? The old class would actually say such a thing with a smile on his face, shouldn't this guy be a scholar? That's too much, so beautiful, no matter how good the grades are, doesn't it make them nowhere to live?

There are no more vacant seats in the class. The only vacant place is the one in the bottom row near the aisle, but there is never anyone sitting there. Naturally, the head teacher wouldn't let this good and well-behaved student sit there. He had already had someone move a new desk and stool, and was thinking about where to put it when he heard Qing Huan say, "It's okay, teacher, I'll just sit there. "

The classmates gasped collectively, and Qing Huan realized something and was a little puzzled: "...What's wrong?"

Everyone looked back, all eyes locked on the vacant seat. The handsome boy who didn't wear a school uniform was sitting far away from the table, holding a chair, with two forks on the desk, his arms crossed his chest and leaning on the back of the chair, with an English book on his face, looking like he was sleeping. on.

No one answered her. She simply walked over with her schoolbag on her back. The desk was quite clean. Qing Huan took out the chair and sat down. How exciting they are.

It was too late for the head teacher to stop him. He just looked at the boy who had been sleeping, frowning almost invisible, and didn't say anything. After all, he was just a teacher and couldn't bear to provoke such a child. As early as when he was leading Class 17, the school leaders repeatedly instructed him to do whatever he wanted with this class, just pay attention to one thing, not to provoke the student named Chu Yao. It doesn't matter if the other party comes to class or not, what you do in class and how many points you get on the test.

Fortunately, this student doesn't like to cause trouble either. He just skips class a lot, doesn't like to study, and has poor grades, but he's not too troublesome. The only thing is that he doesn't want any tablemates, and always sits alone in the corner of the classroom. Talk to anyone, don't interact with anyone, leave books and stationery at school, and dare not come to the final exam last semester.

I heard that it has a lot of background, and ordinary people can't afford it.

Too many strange students these days.

Although the head teacher doesn't care about Chu Yao, there are many people who don't like him. The young man has a handsome and suffocating face, but he is cold and alienated. He is not arrogant, but he doesn't care about anything, and he doesn't care about anything. people in the eyes. But only those who trouble him know how good-looking this young man is and how hard his fists are. Over time, no one dared to provoke him again, and no one dared to speak to him.

He is like a powerful shadow in this school that cannot be ignored. There is a sense of existence, and there is no sense of existence.

Qing Huan sat next to him, he didn't seem to care, but everyone thought it was because he fell asleep, but after the first get out of class, Chu Yao took the book off his face and found that he was beside him When there was another girl who was taking notes seriously, she didn't even respond. Instead, she turned her originally overlapping feet up and down, and continued to tilt her head up, while her eyes were looking at her new tablemate.

The two people, one sitting in a tight position and writing, and the other being reckless and distant, are unexpectedly harmonious.

Mainly because both are too good looking.

Qing Huan just came to this school, her identity here is the daughter of a single mother - but not now, her mother found the second spring, and it was because her mother remarried that she came here with her city ​​to come.

If she is really a teenage girl, she may be withdrawn and restless, but she is not, and she has been in this world for more than ten years, so she will not care about it.

However, the first thing she did was to make up her homework and take notes. Qinghuan was a little helpless. Although she was writing, she was not thinking at all. After all, for her, these high school knowledge was as simple as eating and drinking. , Even when she was in class, she didn't actually listen very carefully, she just acted like she was listening carefully.

The class bell for the second period also rang. Qinghuan found the math textbook, notebook and calculation paper, and took out a pencil from the pencil case. She liked the feeling of writing with a pencil, rustling, very Beautiful.

But as soon as she picked up the pen, she suddenly lightened her hand and the pencil was gone.

Turning her head, her new deskmate is holding her pen.

Qing Huan didn't bother with him, she picked up another one, but was snatched away by the other party.

The students in the front row didn't pay attention, but all the students around saw it. Because it was a prep bell, and the teacher hadn't come yet, Qing Huan hesitated for two seconds and asked, "Student, do you need two pens?"

Chu Yao looked at her lazily and began to turn the pen. His hands are beautiful, pencils are flying up and down between his fingers, but his tone is light: "I don't need one."

"Can you give it back to me?"

"I don't want to pay it back, what should I do?"

Slightly malicious voice, the classmates suddenly realized, they thought that Chu Yao was getting better, but he was still dissatisfied with this new tablemate, God, he can even bully such a beautiful girl people?

But on second thought, when did Chu Yao take the initiative to bully others? He usually ignores anyone, and this is the first time he's ignored anyone else.

Qing Huan thought about it for a while, then ignored him, and simply stopped using the pen. What made it even worse was that Chu Yao took her math book and told her, "I lost my math book." /

Open your eyes and talk nonsense, she can see it all on his desk. But Chu Yao disagreed, just saying that he had no books to use her, Qing Huan nodded and said, "Then look at it."

Just as the teacher came in, she stopped talking. When the teacher started to teach, Chu Yao, who took her book, was eager to move. He first kicked her chair, and then poked her hand with a pen. Qing Huan ducked twice, and happened to be seen by the teacher on the podium, and immediately asked her to do a question on the blackboard.

The other students kept their heads down and dared not raise their heads. The math teacher was the most perverted. Whoever raised his head would call him. However, the mathematics of the second year of high school is difficult to understand, and the newly learned knowledge points are immediately called to demonstrate, and if you can't do it, you will be criticized. Who would like it.

Qing Huan stood up, and the classmates in the class were relieved. After all, they were new students, so the teacher shouldn't scold them too badly. But the new classmates are really good-looking, even standing there holding chalk, they look like a painting.

This math problem may be a bit difficult for other students, but Qing Huan really doesn't think it's anything. She has done scientific research, so how can she take such a problem in her eyes. Her handwriting is very good-looking, and there is nothing to be picky about when she finishes a question. Even the math teacher, who has never been smiling, is very satisfied. When I saw this girl moving around, I thought it was dishonest.

After she finished the question, she was greeted by the "wow" of her classmates. Qinghuan thought to himself, even if you live to my age, you won't find this problem difficult.

When she walked down, she met Chu Yao's eyes, and he looked at her in a trance. No matter whether he has memory or not, no matter where he is, he will feel her at the first time, and Qing Huan realizes this very clearly.

She sighed a little, but understood.