Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf - Chapter 112

[【Extra 4】]

A few days after the first semester of the second year of high school, a transfer student was transferred from the seventh class of the second year of high school.

Haishi No. 7 Middle School is a key middle school, and Class 7 is a rocket class in a key middle school. They can only get in by their grades. It is useless to go through the back door to gain relationships. Even if the children of the mayor’s richest man come, they must be Just take a real test.

But this transfer student was transferred quietly, and no one knew whether he took the exam or not. Or when the class representative went to the office to hand in his homework, he heard another class teacher ask his class teacher: “The transfer student in your class is going to report today, right?”

Only the students in Class 7 knew about this.

Haiqi’s school tyrants all want to enter Class 7, but not everyone can do so, what is the origin of this transfer student, and how easy it is to transfer in?

The top 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 Class 7, then everyone must jointly petition the head teacher, and we must not let the impetuous atmosphere in the society affect the world of the scholars!

After the get out of class bell rang for the second class in the morning, the classroom that was still discussing during the end of class instantly became quiet.

This section is the class of the head teacher Chen Li. The students have already taken out their textbooks and notes, and turned to the page they have already prepared. The second year of high school has just started, and the other classes are still learning the first chapter, but the progress of class seven has already completed one third of the study.

This is the strength of the Rocket Class!

Accompanied by the ringing of Jingle Bell, Chen Li walked into the classroom holding the lesson plan, and behind her, followed by a tall boy in a white shirt.

The morning sun just fell on his dark broken hair through the glass window of the classroom, as if it had been plated with a fluffy soft golden layer. He was standing on the podium, his height was set off by the blackboard, his figure was thin, and his facial features were amazingly handsome.

The head teacher said, “Today we have a new student in our class, let him introduce himself to everyone.”

The young man raised his eyes and looked at the stunned classmates below, then curved 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 deep breath from this gentle and beautiful smile.

Grass! (a plant)

This transfer student was transferred from heaven, right? ! How can you be so handsome? ? ?

ah? What tradition? What principle?

Principles are meant to be broken!

Chen Li nodded and pointed to the vacant seat by the window in the second row: “You sit there first, and wait for the results of the entrance examination in two days before re-ranking.”

Song Jinglan walked over with a schoolbag on one shoulder.

The eyes of the whole class followed him.

He didn’t seem to notice the blatant stares at all, walked to the second row, smiled slightly at his tablemate who was staring at him, and sat down.

Chen Li has already started lecturing.

Song Jinglan took out the book and wanted to put the schoolbag in the desk, only to find that it was full, as if to announce that this position had an owner.

He dropped the bag at his feet.

When I opened the book and prepared to listen to the class, I saw the word “small” written with a red marker on the upper left corner of the desk, and there were some winding vine decorations around the word.

Song Jinglan calmly looked at the upper right corner.

There is a word “deer” written there.

He leaned back and looked down to see “Exclusive” written on the two corners of the table below.

The link is: Deer exclusive.

With a light expression, he retracted his gaze and turned to the blackboard.

As expected of a classmate in the Rocket class, self-control is strong. Even if he was amazed by the transfer students, he would still concentrate on listening to the class during the get out of class. When the bell rang and the teacher walked out of the classroom, the eyes of the whole class fell on Song again. On Jinglan.

He closed the notebook and tilted his head to see his deskmate looking straight at him. He seemed to want to talk but didn’t dare. He bent his lips and smiled, and asked warmly, “Is there anyone in this seat?”

The tablemate nodded quickly: “There are some! It’s Xiaolu’s position, but she went to City B to participate in the physics competition, and she won’t be back until the day after!”

He looked a little worried: “Then will she be unhappy when I sit in her seat?”

The same table shook his head again and again: “No, no, Xiaolu is very good at talking!”

Song Jinglan smiled: “That’s good.”

The third class is English. He hasn’t received a new book yet. The book used in the previous class is an old book that Chen Li found for him in the office just now. Seeing this, the same table said, “You should use Xiaolu’s first.”

Seeing that he was a little hesitant, the same table enthusiastically came over and rummaged through the desk, then took out the English textbook, “You can use it first, Xiaolu is the study committee member, and she will always know if everyone has any learning difficulties. Help, she is the goddess of our class, hehe.”

Song Jinglan looked at the half-new English textbook and nodded with a smile.

The English teacher had already stepped onto the podium. He opened the book and saw the beautiful three words on the title page: Lin Feilu.

The progress of the English class has reached the fourth chapter. Song Jinglan turned the pages one by one and saw that the master’s doodles were in the blanks of each page of the textbook. She seemed to like the colorful, twisting vines that filled the blank margins.

There are very few notes, and most of them are some non-nutritious essays:

——Xiao Ming, who just finished soy sauce in the math book, came to the English book again, let us look forward to his next performance.

——Would you like to eat braised pork ribs or twice-cooked pork tonight?

——It’s so annoying, why do so many people like me.

– Damn, who doesn’t like a little cutie like me?

——Hey, natural beauty is hard to give up, if I was born in ancient times, I must be a demon concubine

——I want to fight Bawei with Nanami every day

——Oh, learn this grinding little goblin

…

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, laughing and easy to fry.

The teacher on the podium talked about the key points of grammar in the text.

After thinking about it, he picked up the pen and wrote the key notes on the book.

For the next day’s class, he used the textbook from the original owner of the seat. In order to repay the kindness of borrowing the book, Song Jinglan wrote the key notes of each class in the textbook in a clear and orderly manner.

After one day, the news of the transfer students from Class 7 spread throughout the entire grade.

The previous doubts were gone, and everyone said: If you look so handsome, you must study very well! Damn, it doesn’t matter if you don’t study well, after all, you are so handsome, if you study well, then God is too unfair!

Class 7 students quickly accepted the transfer student.

I was also afraid that he would not be able to keep up with the progress of the class, so he would come over after every get out of class to ask him if he needed help.

After all, if the grades are too poor, the monthly exam will be swiped!

The girls in Class 7 were unequivocal in the group of girls: Don’t let the school grass go to other classes! Must keep him!

Lin Feilu, who had just gotten off the plane and was still waiting for the bus, yawned as he watched the group speak confused.

The next day, Lin Feilu, who had been absent from classes for a few days, returned to school.

She came very early. After all, the course had been missed for so many days, so she wanted to sort it out earlier. When he entered the classroom, he found that there was already a person sitting in his seat.

He was wearing the blue and white school uniform of No. 7 Middle School, his hair was thinly placed on his forehead, and he was looking down at a book of English exercises. With his head down, he couldn’t see his face clearly, but his upper body was straight, and his arms under the half sleeves could be seen faintly with thin lines.

Lin Feilu walked over and knocked on the corner of the table: “Classmate, are you sitting in the wrong seat?”

The young man looked up.

At a glance, it makes people fall.

Yan Gou and Lin Feilu died in an instant.

But seeing the beautiful young man smiling gently, half doubting half affirming, the voice is so good that it can make one’s ears get pregnant: “Xiaolu?”

listen! Whose fawn was killed? ? ?

what! It’s my home!

Lin Feilu swallowed quietly, 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 imagined.

She is not small and does not look good, and her facial features have an almost aggressive beauty, which is unforgettable and beautiful. Ordinary school uniforms can hardly hide the long legs and slender waist, with a black hair tied behind the head, youthful and beautiful, but not concealed calm.

It’s hard to imagine that such a girl would write the words “how am I so cute” in the book.

Song Jinglan stood up with her schoolbag, and Lin Feilu realized that he was tall. He had to raise his head to look at him. He heard him say apologetically, “I’ve been sitting in your place for the past few days, sorry. .”

Ah, handsome and polite, superb!

No wonder the group news of the girls in the class is 999+ every day, she can understand their excitement.

However, his high-cold goddess character cannot collapse, Lin Feilu nodded indifferently: “It doesn’t matter.”

Song Jinglan: “I also borrowed your textbook.”

Lin Feilu: “…?”

Song Jinglan smiled: “I have written down the key points of the teacher for you in the book, you can sort them out.”

Wait, he shouldn’t have seen his nonsense, right? ? ?

She tried to find clues from the youth’s beautiful facial features.

But he just smiled gently, and when he looked down at her, his long and dense eyelashes drooped slightly, giving her the illusion of being watched gently.

Lin Feilu looked at it for a long time and said dryly, “Oh, thank you.”

Song Jinglan smiled and walked to the back of the classroom with her schoolbag.

She stared at his back.

With a slender and straight back, wide shoulders and narrow waist, and surprisingly long legs, it is just a common school uniform, but he wears it with the feeling of luxury custom.

Lin Feilu felt that the little deer in his heart was alive and dead, dead and alive.

Song Jinglan walked to the back row and sat in the place where everyone usually draws the blackboard newspaper. With his back slightly against the wall, his feet rested on the rails of the chair, he continued to read the exercise book.

Lin Feilu looked at it for a long time and felt very pitiful.

She took off her schoolbag and put it away, and walked over slowly.

The boy reading the book raised his head, her hesitant look reflected in his black pupils.

He tilted his head slightly: “What’s wrong?”

Lin Feilu said, “Why don’t you just sit with me.”

Song Jinglan laughed: “What about you?”

Lin Feilu didn’t change his face: “We can share a desk.” She added, “I am the study committee, I should.”

Song Jinglan accepted her suggestion.

There are only forty students in Class 7, but the classroom is not small, so the space between the desks is still very spacious, more than enough for two stools. It’s just that Lin Feilu was closer to the same table, leaving most of the space for him.

Morning self-study is in English.

Lin Feilu took out his English textbook and turned to the latest chapter.

It was clearly written with notes on it.

She turned to the front and looked at it again, thinking, he shouldn’t have seen these ghosts, right?

Lin Feilu peeked at the young man beside him. He was dictating words and noticed her gaze. He tilted his head to look. After his gaze met, he looked at the English book in her hand again, and finally raised his lips and smiled: ” The vines are beautifully painted.”

Lin Feilu: “…?”

Ah, ah, did her goddess design collapse! ! !