"Hello, my name is Zhuang Wenche."

"Hmm......" she adjusted, taking a deep breath to look normal.

"What's your name?"

The boy sitting next to him, wearing black and white spliced short sleeves, smiled at himself, two deep dimples hung on both sides of his cheeks, a standard inch haircut, and two tiger teeth exposed, even if the words handsome and soft cuteness were reflected in him, it didn't seem very inconsistent.

"What a so." He seemed to have written these two words on the paper on the table with a pen.

Noisy voices kept surrounding, Zhuang Wenche's face echoed in the depths of her memory, she felt as if she had met this person, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

Suddenly, the table moved, and his thoughts were messed up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhuang Wenche still smiled and scratched his head embarrassedly, "I'll teach that kid a lesson." ”

He seemed to notice the two boys in front of him.

Listening to Zhuang Wenche's introduction, the person sitting in front of her was called He Yang, looking at a very shy boy, black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, the boy in front of Zhuang Wenche was called Lu Qinglin, with a Bluetooth headset pinned to his right ear, a row of black freckles under his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and smiled embarrassedly at her.

"It's okay."

"Zhuang, be polite." Lu Qinglin kicked him back.

It wasn't until Tao Yun stepped up to the podium that the classroom fell silent.

"Everyone, be quiet, let me introduce myself briefly, my name is Tao Yun, and I will be your homeroom teacher for the next two years, and I will teach you history."

This semester is a little different from what was predicted last semester.

Zhuang Wenche thought to himself, didn't he already determine that the math teacher who originally led them was the homeroom teacher last semester, why did he suddenly become a new teacher.

"Did she give you a class when she was a freshman in high school?" Zhuang Wenche asked.

"No, it seems to be the third year of high school."

He seemed to have a small voice, bowed his head, and did not look at him.

"I'm scared, why don't you even look at me?"

"The last two, talk out again!" Tao Yun's chalk head hit Zhuang Wenche's head, and he was a little stunned, but he still held the illusion of reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, and smiled at Tao Yun.

"Why are you embarrassed to laugh? It's so honorable to be criticized! You both go out and stand! ”

Zhuang Wenche: "......"

What like: "......"

He seemed to get up first, and when he got up, he still approached Zhuang Wenche in a very small voice and said: "Do you know that your whispering voice in class is like wearing a megaphone, I don't look at you, but you are all affected." ”