"You have no conscience." Jian Yao scolded angrily, and after scolding, he softened his tone again: "Give me an address, and I'll send you the summer clothes by courier." ”

Who called this little ancestor with affection, saved his life and saved his life.

What can I do?

Pampered!

"No, you don't."

Qin Jiu ended the call unappreciatively.

……

……

Monday.

Experimental High School.

A resume is displayed in the director's office.

In addition to basic information such as first name, age, last name, etc., all the following tables are only two words -

Unknown!

Elementary: Unknown.

Junior High School: Unknown.

High School: Unknown.

……

Artistic Specialty: Unknown.

Award: Unknown.

Bai Yang, the director of the second year of high school, pushed the glasses that slipped off the bridge of his nose, "This is simply an ominous girl, I said Principal Song, how can you accept this kind of student?" ”

The experimental center is the top high school in Jiangcheng, except for art students and sports students, all the students are top students who have been admitted to each school.

Surname Qin?

Jiangcheng also does not have a big household surnamed Qin, so it cannot be a related household.

Bai Yang really couldn't figure out how Principal Song, who had always had high requirements for students, would accept such a student.

"Director!" The head teacher of the sophomore (2) class was the first to speak, "We can't accept this child, we are in the rocket class, and she can't keep up when she goes in." ”

"The rocket class can't keep up, and she definitely can't do it in our sharp knife class!" The teacher of the second (1) class of high school followed, "You still let her go to the international class or the art class, right?" ”

The international class teacher took over, "We are bilingual in class, and she has never learned English, how can she understand it?" ”

The art class teacher coughed lightly, "Director Song, this art can't be learned overnight, learn it now...... It's too late, right? ”

"That's it!" The head teacher of the art class also agreed, "Which of these students in our class has not been painting for more than three years?" ”

……

Everyone's various reasons, to put it bluntly, it is a sentence:

Don't want it!

Song Qi frowned and glared at everyone, reminding in a suppressed voice.

"The child is outside, you be quiet, don't hurt the self-esteem of other little girls."

Cheng Yu, the head teacher of the second (9th) class standing at the door, looked out through the crack in the open door.

In the corridor, the girl leaned against the wall, her side face was amazingly beautiful, obedient and quiet, she was a little unbearable.

"Director, just let this kid go to our class, I think this kid is very smart."

Seeing that someone took the initiative to take over this hot potato, the head teachers were relieved.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Cheng came back from abroad, and his teaching philosophy is advanced, so there must be a way."

Song Qi glanced outside the door and nodded.

"Classmate Qin Jiu, come in!"

Qin Jiu pushed the door and walked in, and Song Qi smiled lovingly at her.

"You go with Teacher Cheng, if you have any difficulties, you can come to me at any time."

"Thank you, Principal Song."

Qin Jiu thanked him politely and walked out of the office behind Cheng Yu.

Several head teachers also left separately, and Song Qi looked sideways and fell on the group photo on the table.

In the group photo, it was taken more than 20 years ago, when Song Qi was still a student here.

The girl standing in front of him had picturesque eyebrows and shallow lips.

"Old classmate, I really tried my best."

With his ability, he can place the child in the best class.

If the head teacher doesn't accept her from the bottom of his heart, even if she goes, she will definitely be the object of exclusion.

……

……

Senior 2 (9) class, special class.

It is said to be a special class, but it is actually synonymous with scumbags and thorns.

General high school students with poor grades, art students who are not outstanding in art classes, naughty and mischievous relationships......

In short, students who don't want other classes will end up throwing them into this class.

In Jiangcheng Experimental High School, the second (9th) class of high school is synonymous with scumbags and thorns.

At this point, it's already class time.

Unlike other classes that are quiet and obedient, the classroom order in the class is very ordinary.

When Cheng Yu brought Qin Jiu in, everyone was still playing their own games.

"Everyone, be quiet, let me introduce the transfer students of our class."

Chatting, playing games, reading comics......

Turning his face disappreciatively.

The next second.

All that was left in the class was gasps, followed by a jumble of noises.

The boys sitting lazily in the back row straightened up without exception and cleaned up the mess on their desks as quickly as possible, and a few even subconsciously cut their hair.

The girl standing at the door, wearing the same spring school uniform as everyone else.

The wide sportswear that has been complained about by countless female classmates is put on her, and it is inexplicably a little more fairy.

Qin Jiu, who is standing on the podium, is tantamount to the heroine in an idol campus drama.

"Welcome to Qin Jiu."

Su Ying, who was sitting in the third row brushing the questions, was also stunned when she saw her.

Little Daogu?!

The students came back to their senses and applauded vigorously, and the boys in the back two rows slapped the loudest.

Qin Jiu stepped onto the podium, holding the backpack strap in both hands.

It looks very well-behaved.

"I have a bad temper, please don't provoke me, thank you."

The tone is sparse, and the eyes are cold.