Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf: 112|[Fanwai 4]
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A few days after the start of the second semester of high school, a transfer student was transferred from the seventh class of high school.
Haishi No. 7 Middle School is a key middle school, and Class 7 is also a rocket class in a key middle school. You can only get in through the test. The backdoor method is useless here, even if it is the children of the mayor’s richest man. You have to take a test.
But the transfer student turned silently, and no one knew whether he took the exam or not. When the class representative went to the office to hand in homework, he heard another class teacher ask his head teacher: "The transfer student in your class will report today, right?"
The students in Class 7 knew about this.
Haiqi’s schoolmasters squeeze their heads and want to enter Class 7, and not everyone can do so. What is the background of this transfer student, who actually transferred in easily?
The students in the Rocket class expressed great curiosity and doubts about the transfer student.
Everyone said that the traditions and principles of the Rocket Class cannot be broken! If the transfer student's grades do not meet the requirements of the seventh class, then everyone must jointly petition the head teacher, and must not let the impetuous atmosphere in the society affect the world of the schoolmasters!
After the bell rang for the second class in the morning, the classroom, which was still discussing during the end of get out of class, instantly quieted down.
This session is for the class teacher Chen Li. The students have already taken out the textbooks and notes and turned to the page that had been previewed. The second year of high school just started, other classes are still learning Chapter 1, but the progress of the seventh class has been completed by one third.
This is the strength of the Rockets!
With the jingle bell, Chen Li stepped into the classroom holding the lesson plan, and behind her was a tall young man in a white shirt.
The morning sun just fell on his dark broken hair through the glass windows of the classroom, as if it had coated his hair with a fluffy soft gold. He was standing on the podium, tall and tall against the blackboard, his figure was thin, and his facial features were amazingly handsome.
The head teacher said: "Today we transferred a new classmate to our class, let him introduce himself to everyone."
The young man raised his eyes and looked at the students who were stunned. Then he bent his lips and smiled, his voice was gentle and clean: "My name is Song Jinglan, and I hope to get along well with everyone in the future."
All the girls in the class, including some boys, took a breath from this gentle and beautiful smile.
Grass! (A kind of plant)
This transfer student was transferred from heaven, right? ! How can you be so handsome? ? ?
Huh? What tradition? What principle?
The principle is to break!
Chen Li nodded and pointed to the empty seat in the second row by the window: "Sit there first, and wait two days for the entrance exam results to come out before re-ranking."
Song Jinglan walked over with a schoolbag on one shoulder.
The eyes of the whole class follow him.
He didn't seem to notice these explicit gazes at all, walked to the second row, smiled slightly at the tablemate who looked at him with wide eyes, and sat down.
Chen Li has started to lecture.
Song Jinglan took out the book and wanted to put the schoolbag in the desk, only to find that it was full of dangdang, as if announcing that there was an owner in this position.
He dropped his schoolbag at his feet.
When I opened the book and was preparing to attend the class, I saw a red marker in the upper left corner of the desk with a "small" written on it, and some winding vines were painted around it.
Song Jinglan calmly looked to the upper right corner.
The word "deer" is written there.
He leaned back and looked down and saw "Exclusive" written on the two corners of the table below.
The link is: exclusive to the deer.
He turned his gaze away lightly, and cast it on the blackboard.
As a classmate of Rocket Class, self-control is strong. Even if the transfer student is amazing, he still concentrates on listening to the class during get out of class. Until the bell rang and the teacher walked out of the classroom, the eyes of the whole class fell once again. On Song Jinglan.
He closed his notebook and turned his head to see the tablemate looking straight at him, as if he wanted to talk to him but was afraid, he curled his lips and asked, "Is there anyone in this position?"
The same table nodded quickly: "Some and some! It's the position of Xiaolu, but she went to City B to participate in the physics competition, and she won't be back until the day after tomorrow!"
He looked a little bit worried: "Then I took her seat, will she be upset?"
The same table shook his head again and again: "No, no, little deer can talk very well!"
Song Jinglan smiled: "That's good."
The third class is English. He hasn't received the new book yet. The book used in the last class was the old book Chen Li had just found for him in the office. The same table said: "You use Xiaolu's first."
Seeing that he hesitated a little, he came over enthusiastically at the same table and rummaged in the desk, and then pulled out the English textbook, "You can use it first, Xiaolu is a learning committee member, what do you usually do? She will help if she is in difficulty, she is the goddess of our class, hehe."
Song Jinglan looked at the old English textbook, smiled and nodded.
The English teacher has already stepped onto the stage. He opened the book and saw three beautiful words on the title page: Lin Feilu.
The progress of the English class has reached the fourth chapter. Song Jinglan turned page by page and saw the master's graffiti on every page of the textbook. She seems to like these colorful vines, which are full of blank margins.
On the contrary, there are very few notes, mostly unnutritious essays:
——Xiao Ming, who has just finished typing soy sauce on the math book, has come to the English book again, let us look forward to his next performance.
——Will you have braised pork ribs or twice cooked pork tonight?
——So annoying, why so many people like me.
——Hmm, who doesn’t like a cute little like me?
——Hey, natural beauty is hard to give up. If I was born in ancient times, I must be an enchantress
——I want to grab Bawei with Nana every day
——heh, learn from this grinning little fairy
……
Song Jinglan began to have a three-dimensional image of the owner of this position in his mind. It should be obedient, small, cute and lively, laughable and easy to blow up.
The teacher on the stage talked about the key points of the grammar in the text.
He thought for a while, and took the pen to write the key notes in the book.
For the whole day of the course, he used the textbook of the original owner of the seat. In order to repay the borrowing of the books, Song Jinglan wrote down the key notes of each class in a clear and orderly manner.
At the end of one day, news of the transfer of students from Class 7 spread throughout the grade. The school's position changed on the same day, and the students in each class ran outside the doors and windows of Class 7 to peek at the handsome guy.
The previous questions are gone. Everyone said: He looks so handsome, and he must be good at studying! Harm, it doesn’t matter if you don’t study well. After all, they are so handsome. If they study well, then God would be too unfair!
Class 7 quickly accepted the transfer student.
I was afraid that he would not be able to keep up with the progress of the class, so he would come to ask him if he needed help after every get out of class.
After all, if the results are too bad, the monthly exam will be brushed out!
The girls in Class 7 are firmly in the girls group: Don’t let the school grass fall into other classes! He must be kept!
Lin Feilu, who had just got off the plane and was waiting for the bus, yawned while looking at the group in confusion.
The next day, Lin Feilu, who missed a few days of classes, returned to school.
She came very early. After all, the course has been left for so many days, so I wanted to sort it out earlier. When I walked into the classroom, I found that there was already a person in my seat.
He is wearing a blue-and-white uniform of No. 7 Middle School, with his hair thinly draped in front of his forehead, and he is looking down at an English exercise. Because he lowered his head, he couldn't see his face clearly, but his upper body was straight, and thin lines were faintly visible on the arms under his half sleeves.
Lin Feilu walked over and knocked on the corner of the table: "Classmate, are you sitting in the wrong position?"
The boy looked up.
At a glance, people fall.
Yan Gou, Lin Feilu, and it's gone.
But I saw the beautiful teenager smile softly, half question and half affirmation, and his voice is so good that people can get pregnant: "Little deer?"
Listen! Whose deer killed him? ? ?
Ah! It belongs to my family!
Lin Feilu quietly swallowed his saliva, stabilized himself, and said coldly, "This is my position."
He smiled and nodded: "Well, this is your position."
Song Jinglan found that the owner of this position was completely different from what he had imagined.
She is not small, she does not look good, her facial features are almost aggressive, and she is unforgettable beauty. Ordinary school uniforms can hardly cover the long legs and slender waist, with black hair tied high behind his head, youthful and beautiful, yet calm and calm.
It's hard to imagine that such a girl would write "Why am I so cute" in a book.
Song Jinglan stood up with his schoolbag. Lin Feilu realized that he was very tall. He had to look up to see him. He heard him say apologetically, "I'm sitting on yours for the time being these days. Location, sorry."
Ah, handsome and polite, superb!
No wonder the group news of girls in the class is 999+ every day, she can understand their excitement.
However, his cold goddess cannot collapse, Lin Feilu nodded indifferently: "It's okay."
Song Jinglan: "I also borrowed your textbook."
Lin Feilu: "...?"
Song Jinglan smiled: "I have written all the key points the teacher said in the book for you. You can sort it out."
Wait, he shouldn't see his nonsense, right? ? ?
She tried to find clues from the beautiful facial features of the teenager.
But he just smiled gently, and when he looked down at her, his long and dense eyelashes dropped slightly, giving her the illusion of being watched tenderly.
Lin Feilu watched for a long time and said dryly: "Oh, thank you."
Song Jinglan laughed, and walked to the back row of the classroom with her schoolbag.
She stared at him from behind.
The slender and straight back, wide shoulders and narrow waist, surprisingly long legs, is just a common school uniform, but he wears a high-luxury customized style.
Lin Feilu felt that the deer in her heart was alive and dead, dead and alive.
Song Jinglan walked to the back row and sat in the position where everyone usually draws the blackboard. He leaned his back slightly against the wall, stepped on the rail of the chair, and continued to read the exercise book.
Lin Feilu looked at it for a long time and felt pitiful.
She took off her schoolbag and put it away, and walked slowly over to ~IndoMTL.com~ The teenager looked up, her hesitation reflected in her black pupils.
He tilted his head slightly: "What's the matter?"
Lin Feilu said: "Or you should sit with me."
Song Jinglan laughed: "What about you?"
Lin Feilu didn’t change his face: "We can share the same desk." After she said, she added another sentence, "I am a learning committee member, so I should."
Song Jinglan accepted her suggestion.
There are only forty students in Class 7, but the classrooms are not small, so the gap between the desks is still very wide, and two stools are more than enough. It's just that Lin Feilu is closer to the same table, leaving most of the space to him.
The morning self-study is English.
Lin Feilu took out his English textbook and turned to the latest chapter.
Sure enough, the handwriting is clear and full of notes.
She turned to the front again and took a look, thinking, he shouldn't see these own ghost symbols?
Lin Feilu took a peek at the young man next to him. He was dictating words and noticed her gaze. He tilted his head and looked at the English book in her hand. He finally smiled at the English book in her hand. Laughing: "The vines are painted beautifully."
Lin Feilu: "...?"
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, is her goddess persona broken? ! !