Chapter 43: She at the same table

Teacher Cao took a roll call loudly, and the students joined in and sat down in turn from the front row of the classroom.

Soon it was Zhen Yu's turn, after all, her grades in junior high school were still very good, and Teacher Cao was in the seats arranged according to her grades, and she was of the same sex at the same table.

"Zhen Yu, Mu Jingjing."

"Here!"

"Here!"

Zhen Yu and a girl walked out on their front and back feet and entered the classroom.

As soon as he sat down, Zhen Yu found that there was a problem.

She sniffed, and the slight smell just now suddenly filled her nasal cavity, and her face instantly turned into a bitter gourd face.

In just a moment, Zhen Yu forcibly adjusted his expression and twisted his face slightly in the direction of the aisle.

Zhen Yu's new table mate has a menstrual affair.

Don't ask her why she knows, because it smells so big!

If it's just the smell of blood, the key is that she should have body odor at this tablemate, so her blood smell is mixed with a faint smell of salty ribbon fish.

This is also the Zhen language of the adult core, and it can still hold on.

If you come to a real little girl, I'm afraid you'll scream as soon as you sit down.

Zhen Yu silently lamented in his heart, what kind of life is this?

In her previous life, her tablemate was obviously a boy!

How can this be said to be a change? Will she be able to attend class happily in the future?

At this moment, a hand behind her pushed her, and Zhen Yu looked back--------Hey! The female version of Song Xiaobao!

She didn't pay attention to it just now, and she still didn't know what the girl's name was at the moment, maybe she was stupid, and her words were just brains!

When he opened his mouth, he said, "Song, do you have something?" ”

As if she hadn't heard the word 'Song', the girl smiled and said, "It's okay!" Let's go to the front and back table! I won't teach me in the future! ”

Zhen Yu said lightly: "I'll try my best." ”

Then he turned back to his head.

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After everyone was seated, Mr. Cao stood on the podium.

Zhen Yu knew that the next step was the appointment of the class cadres.

"Qiao Xian, squad leader! A lot of money, Captain! Study Commissioner! …… Zhen Yu, the representative of the history class! ……”

Zhen Yu nodded secretly after hearing his appointment, and didn't listen carefully to the rest of the world.

Compared with her previous life, the class leader and the study committee have not changed, and neither has she.

The black girl behind her stabbed Zhen Yu and said in a low voice: "You are the representative of the history class~ Lao Qiao is still the class leader!" You know that money! It turns out that the squad leader of the second class of the sixth year! ”

Zhen Yu also whispered back to her, "I know the name, but I don't know." ”

Zhen Yu recalled the basis for the junior high school class division that he heard in his previous life, which was composed of students in two classes of primary six grades according to the odd and even numbers of their promotion ranks.

Lao Qiao took the third place in the exam and was assigned to the first class, and Qian Duoduo has always been the first in the grade.

As for why the third became the class president, it was because Lao Qiao was a boy, and Mr. Cao had a blind trust in boys.

Teacher Cao quickly appointed the class cadres and took the five or six boys in the front row to the teacher's office building to move books.

Qiao Xian walked up to the podium and tapped the blackboard with a chalk, the squad leader for so many years was not in vain.

He was holding a piece of tissue paper in his hand, and Zhen Yu looked like the one that Teacher Cao had just assigned a seat to.

Said loudly: "Count the size of the school uniform below, and report it yourself when you read the name!" ”

"Zhen Yu!"

“150!”

……

"Liu Ting!"

The black girl behind Zhen Yu stood up and said loudly: "150!" ”

Now Zhen Yu finally knew her name, and he was quietly relieved.

When the class numbers were almost announced, the book came.

After the book was sent, Qiao Xian took the coolie who had just moved the book to move the school uniform again.

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Liu Ting pouted Zhen again, and said in a small voice: "Do you smell a smell?" It's a little smelly, weird! ”

Zhen Yus looked at the girl at the same table, only to see that her face had not changed, and she was happily fiddling with the new textbooks on the table.

She must have heard Liu Ting's words, but she didn't react.

Does she not know it? Or don't care? Zhen Yu couldn't see through her thoughts.

Zhen Yu retracted his gaze, leaned his back against Liu Ting's table and said, "The smell of blood." ”

Liu Ting asked: "Blood? Who is bleeding? ”

"......" Zhen was speechless.

In the first year of junior high school, not all girls are adults, even she is still a child!

How does this make her explain? simply stopped bothering Liu Ting.

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Soon the school uniform was also distributed, and Teacher Cao announced a break.

"It's time to go to the toilet, and after a while, the bell rings for the second period, and let's start class! I'll copy the class schedule on the blackboard for you right now! ”

As soon as he was done, he turned around and picked up the chalk to draw a grid on the blackboard.

The classmates ran out of the classroom in twos and threes, and Liu Ting greeted Zhen Yu, "Let's go~ Go to the toilet!" ”

"Let's go!" Zhen Yu couldn't sit still, it wasn't urgency, it was purely smoked!

After walking out of the classroom, Zhen Yu immediately asked, "Do you know me at the same table?" ”

Liu Ting replied casually: "Didn't you call her Mu Jingjing when she was named!" Didn't you hear? ”

Zhen Yu emphasized, "I'm asking, do you know? ”

"Oh! I don't know! ”

"Forget it."

After going to the toilet and returning to the playground, the bell rang for the end of the first class, and Liu Ting was abducted by an acquaintance.

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Zhen Yu sat alone on the edge of the cement platform, dangling his feet to find a way for himself.

"Whisper."

Zhen Yu looked up at Han Mingyue, and then lowered his head to think.

Han Mingyue started the second year of junior high school, which was also the first class, and the classroom was next door to Han Jiaoyang's first and second classes of junior high school.

As soon as he came out of the classroom, he saw Zhen Yu, who was sitting here alone, looking a little lonely from a distance.

"What's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Zhen Yu didn't speak, Han Mingyue asked.

"I have a taste at the same table."

Han Mingyue understood in seconds, "Smelly feet? ”

Zhen Yu's scalp was numb when she heard this, compared to this, her lesbian table ...... Seems bearable.

But she didn't want to put up with it.

"It's not! I'm a lady at the table. ”

"......" Han Mingyue frowned and thought for a moment, does the woman have a taste?" Body odor? ”

"Pretty much." Zhen's language is ambiguous and authentic.

There must be that 'quiet' fox smell, but now it is heavier than the smell of menstrual blood, but this can't be said to Han Mingyue.

Han Mingyue didn't have a good way, scratched her head and said, "You bring a mask." ”

"Huh?" Zhen Yu was dumbfounded, "Can you agree to take the teacher in class?" ”

Han Mingyue turned her brain, "You can say that you have a cold, and you are afraid of infecting your classmates." ”

Zhen Yu went through the idea in his mind and nodded.

"I don't have a mask, you have a medical mask at home, right?"

"Yes! I'll bring it to you in the afternoon, and you come to me for class. ”

"Alright! I had to endure it in the morning. Zhen Yu exhaled deeply and jumped off the stage.

Han Mingyue flicked her hand and wanted to help, but secretly clenched her fist to stabilize it.

He raised his fist to his mouth and coughed, then asked, "Who are you in the same class with?" ”

"You haven't seen your brother yet, have you?"

"Yes."

"He is in the second class, and Fu Yu and I are in the first class."

"I see."

The two chatted a few more words, estimating that the bell for the second class was about to ring, and then they went back to each class separately.