There is no student who will not agree with the wise saying that "the beginning of school is a disaster", and in the midst of resistance and boredom in school, the only novelty may be that the new semester will begin, and there will be new changes in the class.

The class teacher was changed, the liberal arts and sciences subjects were divided, the transfer students came, and so on.

Cheng Huan is the so-called change.

She transferred from a small county town to the top high school in City A, and with the eyes of the glamorous girls in the class, her appearance is undoubtedly out of place - with the lingering simplicity and timidity of rural people, cramped and uneasy, and the aura of a group of young masters and young ladies who have been pampered and raised in the city are naturally extremely incompatible.

She stood on the podium, looking a little nervous, clutching the corner of her school uniform tightly, and her voice was soft and thin, "I, my health is not good, I have been suspended for half a year, I, my name is Cheng Huan." ”

It's a very simple sentence, and it's almost impossible to hear why.

After the girl finished speaking, she fled as if she was in the middle of nowhere, and hurriedly sat down in the position designated by the head teacher, leaving behind a sound of ear-to-ear exchange, mixed with blatant sneer.

"Was she seriously introducing herself just now?"

Shu Ya painted her eyelashes in the mirror, she was named the class flower, and naturally worked that little face with a flowery appearance. On the desktop, in the belly of the table, the bottles and cans are all cosmetics, but the grades are good, the teacher sees it in his eyes, he is not surprised, and he is too lazy to care.

Ji Yaoyao, who was at the same table, was still staring at Cheng Huan, like looking at a very funny little animal-that girl, sitting in her place, seemed to be very unnatural, as if she had never seen the world, looking at everything around her in ignorance.

She turned her head and almost rolled her eyes, "Otherwise, why would a hillbilly from a small county town be able to transfer to our school?

Shu Ya's eyelashes were painted, and she was also disdainful, "Maybe it's a rural care policy, cut." ”

The teacher patted the podium and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

As a result, the sparse Lala's gaze was withdrawn from the transfer student, and he had to deal with the long and complicated formula, and there were bursts of lamentation.

Cheng Huan went to class for a morning in a daze.

In the third year of high school, everyone has their own things to do, and there is one more person in the class? What's new, it's still busy with academics and piles of homework.

On the first day of school, several sets of papers were distributed, and the students were dissatisfied and complained, but the teacher put down the cruel words, and it will be more tired in the future.

In such a depressing and race against time, who wants to give their time to a transfer student, make friends with her, and get familiar with the campus?

Boring and stupid.

Even the head teacher just scribbled the general situation to Cheng Huan, and then she was busy preparing for classes and lecturing, she didn't have any special treatment, everything could only be adapted by herself.

Cheng Huan didn't understand the content of the class at all, and before he could read the book again, he remembered that he had almost forgotten something.

She grabbed her phone and went into the hallway to make a call.

"Toot-"

One second, two seconds, three seconds... I don't know how long it took, but I finally got through.

Cheng Huan's hand clenched involuntarily, "I'm at a new school." ”

On the other end of the phone, the man's voice was faint, "I'm in a meeting, I'll talk about something later." ”

Similar to a comforting classical piece, it is extremely magnetic and low, mixed with a little chilly husky.

“。。。。 Oh, good. ”

Cheng Huan breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to hang up, but the man spoke again, "Do you want the driver to pick you up after school, or will I pick you up?"

In fact, she wanted to say that she would just go back by herself, but when the words came to her lips, she still replied, "Let Uncle Liu pick me up." ”

"Hmm. ”

He hung up.

The afternoon class was still confused, and Cheng Huan was embarrassed to ask others when he first arrived, because everyone looked very distant.