Wu Hanqing came over soon, in his fifties, unsmiling, with a straight face, as if everyone owed him millions.

Listening to the principal's instructions, Wu Hanqing glanced at Yang Fei in surprise, but he didn't say anything, and said lightly: "Come with me." ”

Yang Fei whispered to Ma Feng: "You go to the car and wait for me." ”

Ma Feng agreed to leave.

followed Wu Hanqing to the class.

There was a bespectacled female teacher in an English class, facing the door, very thin, with permed hair.

"Teacher Ouyang," Wu Hanqing knocked lightly on the door, "Interrupt." ”

He introduced Yang Fei again: "This is the English teacher, Ouyang Xue. ”

I don't know why, Yang Fei suddenly thought of Jiang Xiaojia's dog, also called Xue'er, and then, Teacher Ouyang's curly hair and Xue'er's curly hair are also somewhat similar.

So, Yang Fei smiled.

"Teacher Wu?" Ouyang Xue turned her head, walked over, and looked at Yang Fei twice.

Yang Fei knew that it was very rude to laugh at this time.

However, he just laughed, and he couldn't stop thinking about it, thinking that it was over, he must have been beaten into the little black house in Teacher Ouyang's mind.

Ouyang Xue is about thirty years old, with a delicate face, and she is a woman who loves fashion and knows how to maintain herself.

The first time they met, Yang Fei felt that she was familiar.

Many people have seen it in later generations, but Yang Fei is not impressed.

However, Ouyang Xue is the teacher of No. 1 Middle School, and Yang Fei has never studied in No. 1 Middle School, how can he have an impression?

"Teacher Ouyang, this is Yang Fei, a new transfer student, inserted into our class. Wu Hanqing introduced.

"Oh. Ouyang Xue nodded, glanced at Yang Fei sternly, and said, "You come in." ”

Wu Hanqing pointed to the back row of the classroom: "At the back, there is still an empty seat for you to sit." If you want to use a textbook, I'll find you a set, and you can read it with your classmates today. ”

In front of the eyes of his classmates, Yang Fei walked to the last seat.

He looked left and right, then at the rest of the class, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

The girl who bumped into herself on the playground just now turned out to be her classmate.

The girl was also surprised, looked at Yang Fei curiously, saw his gaze, blushed, and quickly looked away.

Ouyang Xue coughed lightly and said, "The new transfer student in our class, his name is Yang Fei, everyone will be classmates in the future, let's help each other." Who shared the textbook with Yang Fei. ”

Yang Fei just wanted to say, I just came to see it, so I left.

Suddenly, Ouyang Xue said: "Yang Fei is transferred from another school, I will briefly talk about the rules of this class, no late, no early departure, no small talk in class." ”

Belch?

All right!

If it comes, it will be safe.

At the very least, you have to finish this class before you can leave, right?

On the first day, you have to give the teacher a face, right?

No one in the class took the initiative to share the textbook with Yang Fei.

Most of the students in the third year of high school are a little shy! Especially the students in the top class of No. 1 Middle School, all of them are top students and bookworms!

Yang Fei smiled and pulled the chair closer to the girl, the wooden chair legs on the floor, dragging out a screeching sound.

"Classmate, borrow your book for a while. Yang Fei grinned.

"Oh. The girl blinked, blushing like a ripe apple.

"Hey, there are so many people in the back, why did you come to the front?" The girl's tablemate, a boy, glared at Yang Fei unkindly.

"I only know her! I don't believe her, you ask her, have we met before?" Yang Fei looked natural.

"Ning Xin, is what he said true?" the boy asked angrily.

"Huh?" Ning Xin lowered her head and hummed softly.

At this time, Ouyang Xue began to lecture.

Yang Fei was very close to Ning Xin, smelling the breath emanating from her body, quiet and quiet, just like her, bright and restrained, like an orchid blooming alone in the valley.

There was a pen on the table, Yang Fei picked it up, opened her notebook, and wrote a few words.

Ning Xin put her hands on the desk and listened attentively, but her eyes still moved with Yang Fei's pen.

He wrote: "Papaya white skin soap, very fresh taste. ”

The beautiful line italics are the most popular Ponzi scripts.

In ninety-three years, Pang Zhonghua served as the chairman of China's hard pen calligraphy association, setting off a craze for hard pen calligraphy that swept China.

Whether it is the cadres, the masses, or the students, they are all proud to write a beautiful Ponzi calligraphy.

Write a good handwriting, not to mention having extra points in front of girls, even in the exam, you can get a good paper score.

Ning Xin's eyes lit up, she was slightly surprised, and she didn't speak stiffly.

Yang Fei smiled and wrote another line of words.

"Lemon balm shampoo. ”

Ning Xin's eyes were shining again, black and white eyes, turned around, glanced at him, slightly embarrassed, and pointed to Ouyang Xue who was lecturing on the stage.

Yang Fei shrugged his shoulders and wrote down two words: "Boring." ”

This time, Ouyang Xue finally noticed his small movements, and a piece of chalk came over and threw it accurately on Yang Fei and Ning Xin's desks.

Ning Xin was startled, her waist was straight, and her heart was fluttering and fluttering.

"Yang Fei, what are you writing?I was about to explain the key points of grammar, have you listened to the lecture carefully?" Ouyang Xue walked over.

Yang Fei wanted to put away the homework book on the table, but it was too late.

"Papaya white skin soap, very fresh smell?Bee flower shampoo?boring?" Ouyang Xue's face changed three times in a row, and asked in a deep voice, "What are you writing about?" I was very bored with lectures, wasn't I? Which school did you go to before? Lectures over there were not boring? Then why did you change schools?"

Yang Fei shut up sensibly.

Ouyang Xue held on to the frame of the mirror and said, "Being able to transfer to our class at this time shows that your family has some background." However, let me tell you! In our class, we don't look at your parents' background! We fight for personal effort and grades! If you fail the monthly exam, I will suggest that the school let you transfer to another class! If you don't study, forget it, don't affect other students!"

The teachers of No. 1 Middle School are notoriously strict, and the teaching quality of No. 1 Middle School is also notoriously good.

It is not unreasonable for a strict teacher to produce a high apprentice.

Yang Fei still chose to be rational and silent.

At the moment, silence is golden.

Ouyang Xue got angry, walked back to the podium, and continued the class.

Logically speaking, her class is really good, Yang Fei is a person from the past, and she has refined English in later generations, so she knows that she is a person with real talent and real learning.

Finally got to the end of class, Yang Fei took a long breath, said thank you to Ning Xin, picked up the chair, and put it back in place.

From beginning to end, Ning Xin never said a word to him.

It seems that this is a very introverted girl.

There were only ten minutes after class, and Ouyang Xue dragged on for another three minutes, and if Yang Fei didn't leave quickly, he wouldn't be able to slip away.

The class bell rings.

This class is still Ouyang Xue's English class, she spoke for a few minutes, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, and asked, "What about the new Yang Fei?"

The whole class looked back, but Yang Fei was not seen, and no one answered.

"Ning Xin, where is Yang Fei?" asked Ouyang Xue by name.

"I don't know. Ning Xin got up and replied, and sat down quickly.