Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum - Chapter 1008

Ninety-ninth bowl of soup Tumi (1)

In the twenty-seventh class of No.1 Middle School, the class bell has rang, but the head teacher who is usually on time hasn’t even entered the classroom.

So the students were completely hilarious.

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

“Probably it’s cold.”

The good students sitting in the front row seized the time to study hard, the students in the back row were not so serious. They laughed wildly. The girls who usually played together took out a small mirror to touch up their makeup and comb their hair. The disciplinary committee stood up and shouted. No one responded to the sound, and the little girl blushed with anger. She quickly wrote down the names of the classmates who were speaking in a small notebook, and by the way, took notes of what they were doing, and prepared to hand in the head teacher later.

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

“Transfer Students?!”

There are a total of 20 classes in high school, and each class has about 60 people. Strictly speaking, class 17 is indeed the least populated, but there are also 52. If there are transfer students, they must be in their class.

There are more boys and fewer girls in their class. Everyone is just unfamiliar. But because it’s a science class, there are more boys and fewer girls. So when I hear of new classmates, even good students in the front row become curious and ask Is it male or female.

“Women, women, they must be women. I took a look when I rushed back from the toilet. Unfortunately, I didn’t look at my face, but I was very temperamental.”

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Other classmates booed him collectively. They couldn’t see clearly and they said something about temperament. Does this guy know what temperament is, just open his mouth and talk nonsense?

However, when the head teacher really brought in the new classmates, everyone knew that the term temperament was really not a casual talk.

“Come on, classmate Meng, introduce yourself to everyone.”

The girl in a white shirt and black pleated skirt is very, very beautiful, that kind of beauty is extremely dazzling, it may be rare to see once in a lifetime. She stood curledly and Nana in front of the podium, tall and elegant, with stars in her black and white eyes. Everyone focused their attention on her, she didn’t panic, just bowed slightly and said: “Hello everyone, I am Meng Qinghuan, I hope I can get along well with everyone.”

The head teacher scribbled her name on the blackboard. It was very poetic and dreamy, and it felt completely different from that of a 16 or 17-year-old teenage girl. “Now I have new classmates, I hope everyone can help each other. Meng has just transferred from another place and is not familiar with our school. Everyone should help her a lot and learn from her.”

Learn more? Let them learn more from new classmates? The old class would say such a thing, with a smile on his face. Isn’t this a student bully? That would be too much. If they are so beautiful and have good grades, wouldn’t they have nowhere to survive?

There are no vacant seats in the class anymore. The only vacant place is in the last row near the aisle, but there has never been anyone sitting there. The head teacher naturally wouldn’t let this well-behaved student sit there. He had already asked someone to move a new desk and stool. When he was thinking about where to put it, he heard Qing Huan say: “It’s okay teacher, I just sit there. “

The classmates took a sigh of relief. Qing Huan realized what was happening and wondered: “…what’s the matter?”

Everyone swept their heads and looked back, and everyone’s eyes were locked beside the empty space. The chic boy who does not wear school uniform sits far away from the desk with his chair, crossed his hands on the desk, leaning on the back of the chair with his arms around his chest, and has an English book covered on his face. It looks like he is asleep. .

No one answered her. She simply walked over with her schoolbag on her own. The desk was quite clean. Qing Huan took out the chair and sat down. It was natural and she didn’t realize that her simple actions had caused the classmates. What an excitement.

It was too late for the head teacher to stop him. He just looked at the teenager who had been sleeping, frowned almost invisibly, and then said nothing. After all, he was just a teacher and couldn’t afford to provoke a child from that background. As early as when he was in charge of the seventeenth class, the school leaders repeatedly told him that he could manage this class whatever he wanted, just pay attention to one thing, and don’t provoke the student named Chu Yao. Don’t worry about whether the other party comes to class or how many points you have done in class.

Fortunately, this student doesn’t like to cause trouble. He skips classes frequently, doesn’t like to study, and has poor grades, but it’s not very troublesome. The only thing is that he doesn’t want to be at the same table. He always sits alone in the corner of the classroom, not with anyone. He talked and didn’t interact with people, books and stationery were all thrown at school, and he didn’t dare to come to the final exam last semester.

I heard that it has a background, ordinary people can’t afford it.

There are too many strange students these days.

Although the head teacher doesn’t care about Chu Yao, there are many people who can’t understand him. The young man has a handsome, suffocating face, but it is cold and alienated. He is not arrogant, but he doesn’t care about anything and doesn’t put people behind. In the eyes. But only those who trouble him know how good-looking this young man is, how hard his fist is. Over time, no one dared to provoke him, and no one dared to talk to him.

In this school, he is like a powerful shadow that cannot be ignored. There is a sense of existence and no sense of existence.

Qinghuan sat next to him, he didn’t seem to care, but everyone thought it was because he fell asleep, but when the first get out of class was over, Chu Yao took the book on his face and found that there was an extra person beside him. When the girl who took notes seriously, she didn’t even respond. Instead, she turned her overlapping feet up and down and continued to tilt her eyes, but she was looking at her new deskmate.

Of these two people, one sits in a precarious position and works hard at writing, the other has a wanton and indifferent posture, but they are unexpectedly harmonious.

The main reason is that both of them look too good.

Qing Huan had just arrived at this school, and her identity here was the daughter of a single mother—but not anymore. Her mother found the second spring. It was precisely because of her mother’s remarriage that she came to this city with her.

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

However, the first thing she came to was to make up homework and notes. Qinghuan was a little helpless. Although she was writing, she was not thinking at all. After all, for her, the knowledge of high school is no different from eating and drinking. In the class, she didn’t actually listen very seriously, just acting as if she was listening carefully.

The bell for class 2 also rang. Qinghuan found out 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. The rustling sound was very pleasant.

But as soon as she picked up the pen, she suddenly felt light in her hand and the pencil disappeared.

Turning her head, her new deskmate was holding her pen in his hand.

Qinghuan didn’t care about him, so he picked up another one, but was snatched by the other party.

The classmates in the front row didn’t pay attention, but all the students around saw it. Because it was a preparation bell, and the teacher hadn’t come yet, Qing Huan hesitated for two seconds and asked, “Classmate, do you need two pens?”

Chu Yao looked at her lazily and began to change his pen. His hands are beautiful, pencils 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?”

With a slightly malicious voice, the classmates suddenly realized that Chu Yao was getting better, but he didn’t expect that he was still dissatisfied with this new tablemate, oh my god, he could even bully someone with such a beautiful girl?

But after another thought, when did Chu Yao take the initiative to bully? He usually ignores anyone, but this is the first time he talks to other people.

Qing Huan thought for a while, ignored him, and didn’t use the pen at all. What turned out to be even worse was that Chu Yao took away her math book and told her, “I lost my math book.”

She opened her eyes and said nonsense, she saw it all on his desk. But Chu Yao disagrees, saying that he wants to use her without the book, Qing Huan nodded and said, “Then look at it.”

When the teacher came in, she stopped talking. When the teacher started to teach, Chu Yao who had taken her book was about to move. He kicked her chair first, and then poked her hand with a pen. Qing Huan hid him twice. He happened to be seen by the teacher on the podium, and he immediately clicked her on the blackboard to make a question.

The other classmates kept their heads down and did not dare to raise them. The math teacher was the most abnormal. The mathematics of the second grade is difficult to understand, and the newly learned knowledge is immediately asked to be demonstrated. If you can’t do it, you will be criticized. Who would like it?

Qing Huan got up, the classmates in the class were relieved, after all, they were new classmates, and the teacher shouldn’t scold too badly. But the new classmates are so good-looking, they just stand there and pick up the chalk, they look like a picture.

This math problem may be a bit difficult for other students, but Qing Huan really doesn’t think there is anything. She has done scientific research, so how can such a problem be seen in her eyes? Her handwriting is very good-looking. There is no fuss about her handwriting. Even the mathematics teacher who doesn’t laugh a lot is satisfied. Just now I saw this girl move around and thought it was dishonest.

When she finished the problem, she was greeted by the “Wow Xueba” eyes of her classmates. Qing Huan thought, let you live at 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 daze. No matter whether he has memory or not, no matter what place he is in, he will feel her for the first time, and Qing Huan recognizes this very clearly.

She sighed, but she knew it again.