Walking all the way, Guangzi just lowered his head. There is no doubt that the next time he needs to find his own way, he will feel the desolation of the people given by this boundless world, and he has learned a lot of lessons, but he still does not look up.

If everyone knows their mistakes and can effectively correct them, then in the end the world will be the same, and there will be no such special existence as Light Boy - this means that there are no two identical leaves in the world.

The classroom was floating in the air, which was pretty cool, and Light Boy walked straight inside. The seating table is on the lectern, and you only need to observe the first group of people who came in to get this information.

Following the number, Light Tsai found his place.

The tables and chairs were clean and free of dust. The drawers are not very large and do not fit many books. There are special lockers at the back of the classroom where you can put your books or something else.

Guang Tsai opened his school bag - there was not a single book in it. On the top floor are his toothbrushes, towels and other household items, as well as his stationery box. There is a diary underneath, but he doesn't keep a diary very often, and even if he does, it must be a riddle. He also brought a few notebooks with him for drafts, but they were usually marked with strange stuff rather than just calculus or something.

Although Mitsusei was suspicious that the small drawer next to the table couldn't hold too many things, he decided to store his belongings here temporarily. And eventually, they were put down, and there was still room for them to spare.

The classroom was very noisy, so Guangcheng did not regret that he did not bring an extracurricular book, and it was very difficult to read in such an impetuous atmosphere. He pulled out a blank sketchbook and began his homework—sketching out a pair of gloves.

He thinks it's cool, and his hobby for weird and complicated accessories comes from the anime he comes across, and it also comes from the second year of adolescence.

Ah, yes, people like Light Boy will also have moments of curiosity.

Suddenly, the table on Guangcheng's right hand was pushed over, and the collision between the two tables made Guangcheng's pen go out of shape. I couldn't care about it so much, Guangcheng quickly closed the book.

Seeing him look up, a boy with his hands in his trouser pockets asked him, "The light family?" ”

Guangcheng was stunned, and then nodded.

Normally speaking, even if the average person is the first to know a little bit about the situation, they will not say "Guang's family?" Even if it's a little rude, they usually ask, "Surname Hikari?" This is the reason why Guangcheng did not reflect it at the first time.

There was more than one person who came to the door, and the boy in the pocket was just the one who came out. After confirming the information, he exchanged colors with several teenagers behind him, and nodded his head while radiating arrogant eyes, looking like a thug, and dyed his hair red.

"I haven't seen you before, right?" The thug looked Guangcheng up and down with flirtatious eyes, "Remember, my name is Li Junying, and I will be the boss of this class in the future, if you are bullied in the future, you can also come to me!" ”

Guangcheng looked at the thumbs up that the "future boss" pointed at him and nodded cautiously. But to be honest, he didn't want to deal with this group of people.

Listening to this self-introduction, Guangcheng seemed to suddenly remember something and looked around.

The few people who were playing games in the car before, although Guangcheng didn't pay attention to their appearance, but he remembered the color of his clothes slightly, and those people were still sitting around.

I didn't find the girl, it would be conspicuous if she were, after all, her hair was scattered.

Lee Jun Young didn't shout like in the anime: "Hey, what are you doing when the boss talks to you!" Instead, he bowed down and asked him in a low voice as if he were exchanging little secrets, "What are you looking at?" ”

It was when he said this that a tall woman came in at the door, with a slender figure, wearing a white spring dress with high heels, with high cheekbones and a lean and serious face, not the age of her classmates.

The identity of this person does not need to be guessed, she is holding a small stack of different books in her hand (judging by the color of the book cover and the thickness of each book), and it can only be the mysterious teacher.

It's still very noisy in the class now, and although it has a visible appearance, no one cares about it.

The teacher's book banged on the wall, and the sound finally made it impossible for the adolescent girls and boys to ignore the presence. It was also at this time that Guangcheng noticed that there was no blackboard in the classroom, only a projection screen that had been put down by a naughty classmate, and under the knocking of books, it kept wandering between the original gaps.

The female teacher picked up a book that had just fallen to the ground, and then began to introduce herself: "My surname is Gao, you can call me Teacher Gao." Normally, I don't have any requirements for you, just go back to the classroom after receiving the notice, and you can go wherever you want the rest of the time. ”

At this point, she paused and smiled incomprehensibly, "Of course, as you know, this is a safe area in the court. I don't care how naughty you are, you can't go anywhere other than 'here'. ”

After a period of silence, there was another sparse conversation in the classroom. Guangcheng felt uncomfortable, because he felt that he couldn't understand what Teacher Gao said, but these natives knew clearly, for example, where "here" meant.

Under such circumstances, Mr. Gao set his sights on Guangcheng and Li Junying. As early as when Mr. Gao picked up the book, Li Junying was not in the posture of "listening to secrets", but his desk had not been moved.

Mitsusei looked to the right, but the red-haired kid didn't do anything, and was even shaking his legs.