Suddenly, there was a gasp in the classroom.

Shen Xingchen frowned a little impatiently.

Naturally, his face sank, his eyes lifted, and his gaze swept towards the classroom.

There was a sudden silence in the classroom.

Shen Xingchen turned his head to look at Shao Qing again, and his voice was full of surprise: "Sister, why did you come to Shanghai?"

His voice had the clarity of a teenager, and it sounded like a little milk.

Shao Qing turned his head and smiled at him, ignored his question, and looked at the female teacher: "Teacher, my self-introduction is over." ”

The female teacher was sitting in Shaoqing's seat, looking down at Shaoqing's information.

The information on the transfer of schools not only wrote Shaoqing's previous grades and school, but also marked her identity and family history.

The people in this classroom, even the Wang Daiyun who was being excluded, have a very superior family background, and none of them can afford to offend.

finally came a soft persimmon that allowed her to bring Liwei-

Why is it still involved with the youngest son of the Shen family?

The female teacher frowned.

She picked up the materials on the table, stood up and said, "Then you can come down." ”

The female teacher tilted her head and said coldly: "The introduction is too simple." ”

Shao Qing smiled: "The teacher is right. ”

Her attitude was calm and gentle, and she didn't feel the discomfort of being criticized, but Shen Xingchen blew up.

He poked the yellow-haired boy in his hand: "How did Sister Shao introduce herself?"

The yellow-haired boy was startled by Shen Xingchen's "Sister Shao", stumbled for a moment, and then stammered: "Just, just write your name." ”

The boy thought to himself, this self-introduction is really shabby.

Shen Xingchen frowned: "Simple?"

He slipped his hand into his trouser pocket and walked to his seat as he walked to his seat, asking rhetorically, "Isn't that decent?"

The classroom was silent for a moment, and then someone responded, "Brother Chen is right. ”

The female teacher was dismissed, and glared at Shen Xingchen with some anger: "Shen Xingchen!"

Her voice was raised: "Do you know what it means to respect a teacher?"

The female teacher asked, "You were late for the first day of school, look at you, what kind of clothes are you wearing, what is the hairstyle?

Shen Xingchen had already walked to his seat.

He pulled out the chair, didn't sit down, leaned his belly against the back of the chair, bent forward slightly, and his fingers casually brushed his hair: "Hairstyle?"

Shen Xingchen turned his head and smiled at Wang Daiyun, a dimple looming on his lips.

His voice pressed slightly, and the clear little milk voice carried a bit of temptation: "Am I not good-looking?"

Wang Daiyun's face turned red all of a sudden, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Good, good-looking." ”

Shen Xingchen chuckled.

The teacher exploded in anger, and his voice suddenly became sharp: "Shen Xingchen, is this your attitude towards the teacher?"

She was a little angry: "There is still a year, don't you want to read it in my hands-"

Shen Xingchen suddenly chuckled: "It's true." ”

He suddenly remembered something, fumbled in his pocket, and then took out a folded piece of paper.

"I'm taking the art exam. He lazily raised his eyebrows: "Transfer schools." ”

Shen Xingchen whistled, tilted his head, and the broken hair on his forehead fell, well-behaved and rebellious mixed together, and his voice was a little proud: "Don't listen to your nonsense anymore." ”

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