"Little Lisa, is it okay? Don't you really need me to accompany you in?" In front of a junior high school in the imperial capital, Cook looked at Dai Lisa, who had already put on the school uniform, and the deep worry on his face was about to turn into a pot of water.

After returning home and seeing Dai Lisha a few days ago, the memory hidden in the corner of Cook's mind suddenly came to mind, he finally remembered what he had forgotten, and hurriedly made a phone call to urge Hylando, and then hurriedly found a school for Dai Lisa.

It was this higher school called Florence, and Dai Lisa enrolled as a transfer student.

I have to say that the school uniform of this school is indeed very aesthetically coordinated, with small black leather shoes with a uniform long skirt, plus a waist suit on the upper body, which not only shows the strong side of the girls, but also loses its sweetness.

"It's okay, doesn't my brother have a school to go to?" Dai Lisa raised her little head, and the words she whispered suddenly blocked the surging worry in Cook's heart.

As if he had been mentioned something with a headache, Cook's facial muscles stiffened slightly for a moment.

Although he just made a name to participate in the competition at Dixing High School, he couldn't say that he couldn't go to school all at once, at least he had to show his face in the class.

This is also what Teacher Afra asked him to do, and today is the deadline.

I couldn't help but take out my phone from my pocket, and when I saw 7:37, the corners of Cook's mouth began to twitch violently, if he remembered correctly, Dixing High School officially started classes at 8:10, right?

If you're late today, the devil knows what that Teacher Afra will do to him, so he'll have to hurry over!

"Then, little Lisa, I'll go first. Cook wiped the sweat that slowly slipped from his forehead and withdrew the phone in his hand with a headache.

Dai Lisha nodded slightly, didn't stop long, and turned straight towards the school gate. After Cook saw a distance, he stopped a taxi from the side of the road quite urgently, and drove quickly in the direction of Emperor Star High School.

At 8:21 in the morning, in a multimedia classroom at Dixing High School, Afra had been giving her students a lesson for about ten minutes, and her face was stiff all the time, which would not change even during class.

"Teacher, didn't you say that there will be transfer students in our class today? Why haven't you come yet?" Under the podium, a boy who usually likes to collect gossip suddenly raised his right hand and shouted loudly.

There was a sudden eerie silence in the classroom, and then the students lowered their heads and muttered to each other as if they had heard something unbelievably big.

"Hey, Lanya, are there any transfer students in our class?" a girl sitting in the front row lowered her voice as much as she could, and whispered to Mu Lanya next to her seat.

Mu Lanya's whole body was like a frightened wild cat on the side of the road, and she suddenly trembled slightly, and even her shoulders were slightly raised.

"How could I know about such a thing!" Mu Lanya said, but in fact, she not only knew, but even knew it clearly.

There was a sudden commotion, and Afra, who was still lecturing on the podium, was also forced to stop, and slapped her right hand heavily on the blackboard behind her, and the violent sound of the knock suddenly made the whole class quiet again.

"It's true that there will be a transfer student, but don't fantasize too much, he won't be in school very often in the future. Seeing that the students were all looking forward to their faces, Afra naturally understood their strong desire to satisfy their curiosity, and said lightly.

Hearing this, the expressions of the students in the whole classroom became incredible, what is the situation, will there be students who do not come to school often? Is there any campus shadow for him?

"Hey, what's going on? Lanya. The girl in the front row asked in a low voice again to Mu Lanya beside her.

"I don't know wow. Mu Lanya gritted her teeth and looked anxious, looking like "I'm going crazy".

Just when the atmosphere was hot, Cook finally arrived at the door of the classroom, pushed open the door of the classroom, his face flushed, and he was panting non-stop.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, slightly calming down the violently beating heart, Cook looked at Afra who was standing on the podium, scratched his head a little embarrassed, and said, "That, I should be...... Late, right?"

The students in the entire classroom also stopped discussing at this moment, and one by one they tilted their heads and blinked their eyes, and looked towards Cook for a moment.

Mu Lanya raised the book with a crimson face, hiding her face behind the book, and did not dare to look at Cook.

This guy, I'm embarrassed to watch it. This is the true portrayal of Mu Lanya's heart at that moment.

"Come in. Afra was still very flat, just glanced at Cook faintly, beckoned, and motioned for Cook to come in quickly.

With an embarrassed smile, Cook quickly stepped onto the podium and walked over to Afra's side and stood up obediently.

"Introduction, this is Cook, and he will be a student in our E-306 class from now on. Afra faced the expectant and curious eyes of the audience, and still said with a flat and indifferent expression.

"As for your seat, it's in the far right corner near the back door, see?"

Cook stared slightly, and there was indeed a vacant table and chair there, and it was clear that it was his seat.

Immediately, Cook walked straight down from the podium, walked straight to the table and chair and sat down, quietly looking at Afra who was still on the podium.

Afra nodded at him, then turned around and continued with her class, leaving only one student still confused.

Is that the end of it? Didn't even introduce yourself?

This quick and capable abrupt end made a group of students not come back to their senses, one by one blinking and looking at the blackboard in a daze, and after a while, the whole class gradually returned to normal.

Cook was able to endure it, and sat in his seat for a whole class, during which he didn't even change his posture, as if he was in meditation.

To be honest, Cook, who had run away from home a long time ago, let alone high school, even junior high school, he had never attended, and he still felt quite fresh when he suddenly came to such a scene.

Merely...... Are the students around me all paying attention, and what are you doing all the time glancing at me? You are students, shouldn't your eyes be on the blackboard? Although Cook is not alarmed on the surface, in fact, he is already panicking in his heart, and the reason why he can maintain a posture for a whole class is not that there is any special cheat, it is all because he is nervous!

Bell Bell Bell –

Finally, after a rather long and difficult time, the wonderful bell that belonged to the end of class finally rang briskly, and Cook's straight back was hunched down in an instant.

"So, now the class is over. After hearing the bell for the end of class, Afra didn't ink, packed up the materials on the podium, and walked straight to the door.

"Cook, come to my office after the second class. At the last moment, when she was about to walk out of the classroom door, Afra suddenly turned her head and looked at Cook and whispered.

Cook's fur rippled violently for a moment, and the first thing he thought of was whether Afra really wanted to punish him for being late?

Amid Cook's mournful sighs, Afra finally walked out of the classroom.

"Hey, are you a helper from our school?" Just as Afra just walked out of the classroom, a boy sitting in front of Cook quickly turned around and asked Cook curiously.

This boy was the same one who had asked Afra about the transfer student.

To be honest, Cook was stunned for a moment when he heard his inquiry, he didn't expect that his partnership with this school would be seen through in this way.

He couldn't help but sit up slightly and look at the boy carefully.

This boy doesn't pursue hairstyles like many boys nowadays, well! It can be seen from his big flat head, he also wears a pair of square blue-framed eyes, and even the school uniform on his body is tightly worn, and the top buttons are tied up by him.

With a plain hairstyle, strict clothing, and glasses, could it be that this is the legendary excellent good student?

"You...... What evidence do you have to say that?" I don't know why, Cook became inexplicably restrained when he thought he was an excellent student.

"Hmph!" the flat-headed boy confidently pushed the frame of his glasses, revealing a mouthful of white front teeth, and smiled, "This is my instinct as a man!"

I'm really a fool to think of yourself so highly!Cook's originally restrained eyes shattered in an instant, and he was ashamed of his inexplicably nervous heart before.

"No!" this time, Cook's tone was much more direct and decisive.

"Really?" the flat-headed boy pushed his glasses confidently again, stood up, and glanced at Cook from an angry and confident angle.

Brother, to be honest, you really lack the beating of society! Cook and the flat-headed boy looked at each other in shame, secretly slandering themselves.

"Anyway, there will be a mixed class competition tomorrow, and whether you are or not, sooner or later will be exposed. ”

"What? What is the Class Mixed Match?" the flat-headed man's words directly stunned Cook, he had never heard of this thing!

The flat-headed boy was also stunned by Cook's rhetorical question, and he leaned down in disbelief, his suspicious gaze sweeping over Cook.

"You really don't know?"

Cook swallowed hard, and the flat-headed boy's exaggerated tone made Cook inexplicably nervous, what is this very important thing?

But I really don't know!" Cook cried out in his heart, his head thumping like a rattle.

Could it be that the deadline given to me by Teacher Afra today is because of tomorrow's mixed class competition?