Good samaritan
The brothers of the Qin family looked at their mother sitting opposite, and the two of them only felt a headache. Although Shi Yu is more upright, there is nothing wrong with her. Mom and Dad may not know how hard Shi Yu has worked to integrate into this family, but, alas!
Qin Shiyu was wearing a school uniform at this time, and the blue and white clothes were different and good-looking on Qin Shiyu. Huaguo, the coastal areas are not counted, and the inland school uniforms are notoriously wear-resistant, dirt-resistant, durable, and ugly. Qin Shiyu was wearing a school uniform, and he only regretted coming here to go to school.
Qin Shiyu inherited the advantages of his parents, with big eyes, fair complexion, slender eyebrows, and a tall and slender figure.
The facial features are delicate and beautiful, with a melon seed face, long hair that will reach the waist, black and thick, combed into a high ponytail, and exudes an elegant temperament by practicing figure skating all year round. This is a beauty, but at the age of fifteen, she already has the capital to attract attention. But the childishness of the face has not faded, and the youthful atmosphere of the body makes people know that this is still a child.
Qin Shiyu picked up his schoolbag, looked at himself in the mirror, turned around and walked out of the door.
Walking down the street, the air was still humid because it had rained at night, and although it was autumn in September, it was still sultry. Qin Shiyu was caught up by his grandfather on the ice rink at the age of four because of his weak physique since he was a child, and he has not come down since. Because she is often at the ice rink, she has always been a little afraid of heat.
In the first and second classes of high school, Qin Shiyu saw his name, so he inquired about the classroom, and there were only two places left in the last row of the class by the window.
"Okay, buddy, it's just that we're not in the same class anymore" Song Zifan smiled and patted Lin Jiayue's shoulder. "Why do you look like a little girl, not in the same class, you still have to say goodbye to life and death" Lin Jiayue glanced at Song Zifan and left by himself.
Lin Jiayue walked into the second class, and there was only a seat next to Qin Shiyu left in the classroom, Lin Jiayue walked over and sat down, "Hello, Lin Jiayue" Lin Jiayue smiled kindly. "Qin Shiyu" Qin Shiyu took off the headphones, and his eyebrows and eyes were gently bent.
"It's you" Lin Jiayue suddenly recognized that it was the girl from before, and couldn't help but say it. "Do you know me?" Qin Shiyu was a little strange, could it be that the Internet is so developed, and there are also his own fans in the mainland?" "Half a month ago, you asked me and Song Zifan for directions," Lin Jiayue said heartily.
"Oh, thank you for that time!" Qin Shiyu nodded. After a while, a young man walked in, carrying two books and a folder in the crook of his arm.
"Hello everyone, welcome to Boyuan Middle School, my name is Zhou Jun, I am your math teacher, if nothing else, I will be everyone's homeroom teacher for the next three years" Zhou Jun put things down, Zhengse said.
Subsequently, the recent graduate of the university began to tell us about his history of blood and tears, it is said that Mr. Zhou's dream since childhood was to be a glorious physical education teacher, but he was forced by his own father to learn mathematics, and inexplicably became a class teacher. A handful of bitter tears, in the final analysis, the core idea is that if there is something, try to solve it yourself, don't trouble him.
"This teacher, it's really happy," Qin Shiyu commented slowly and leisurely.
"Okay, tomorrow everyone will start a week-long military training, this is the military training schedule, everyone will look at it for themselves. Also, a few boys will move their military training uniforms later", Zhou Jun opened the roster after speaking: "Let's name first, and introduce ourselves"