Zhao Qingyu and Ruan Ling walked together in the direction of the classroom building, Wang Yanli stood a little in front, and naturally greeted Zhao Qingyu after seeing the two of them, and then walked with her.

"Oh my God, I'm going to get sunburned." Wang Yanli's face, like all the students, was red from the September sun.

She looked down and saw the books in the hands of Zhao Qingyu and Ruan Ling, and said with some annoyance: "You all brought books, I knew I would also bring one." ”

"It's not my book." Ruan Ling said with some disgust.

Wang Yanli really asked, "Who is not yours?" ”

"A boy, I don't know."

"Oh......"

Zhao Qingyu didn't speak, she pretended to look sideways and glanced behind her inadvertently, and sure enough, Xia Zimo followed not far behind them, and the black fat boy was on the other side, very close.

Back in the classroom, Ruan Ling directly threw the book on Zhao Qingyu's place, because the latter's position was by the corridor.

The fat black boy came in after them, and when he saw it, he just silently picked up the book on Zhao Qingyu's desk and returned to his seat.

Wang Yanli saw this scene, and as soon as the boy passed, she turned around excitedly and whispered to Ruan Ling: "Hey, the boy who gave you the book is the one in our class, the one who sat with you at the beginning!" Some black and some chubby......"

Zhao Qingyu raised her eyebrows in surprise, when the boy was holding the book just now, she was opening the flap of the seat to take her schoolbag, and she didn't pay attention to these at all.

Ruan Ling's expression was not very good-looking, and she did not answer Wang Yanli's words.

Zhao Qingyu wiped the sweat on his head, took out a book and said while fanning: "Eh, that boy, his facial features are okay, it should be good to lose weight, and his family is quite rich, and he should be overnourished if he gains weight." ”

These are not her nonsense, she really can't remember the name of the boy, but she still has a little impression of this matter.

The boy's family does have a little money, because he got very close to the beauties of another class in the first semester of high school, and often gave gifts, so everyone knew the boy's family situation.

In her impression, the boy seemed to have expressed a good impression of Ruan Ling at first, but it was not obvious, or she didn't care about it at all.

After knowing the boy's family situation, Ruan Linghou did not regret it, and now there is no way to know.

But now Zhao Qingyu suddenly wanted to give it a try.

"Is that so?" Wang Yanli glanced at the boy who had already returned to his seat and buried his head, and muttered to herself. Just as the class bell rang, she turned around without saying anything.

Ruan Ling kept looking down at something, and didn't seem to hear what Zhao Qingyu said just now.

Zhao Qingyu didn't say anything more, the reason why she didn't directly say that the boy was rich was because there was no need.

If Ruan Ling listens to it, she will naturally take the initiative to pay attention, and if she says it too clearly, she will have a very deliberate suspicion, and she may also provoke the other party.

Such a fun thing, of course, you have to play slowly.

…………

Zhao Qingyu was thinking about this in his head, and he didn't notice that the homeroom teacher had walked to the podium.

"Just now, some of the students in our class, the principal was speaking at the top, and some of the students below were holding books on their heads, what did they look like! Don't let me see this casual learning attitude again in the future! ”

The head teacher's sudden frenzy scared the students so much that they didn't dare to make a sound, and everyone was sitting in a precarious position, hanging their heads, for fear of colliding with the teacher and noticing themselves.

Zhao Qingyu had already come back to his senses, and he was a little inexplicable.

In her impression, the book has always been in her mind, and she has never been specifically named and criticized by the teacher.

Li Zhihao, the head teacher of the first year of high school, is a very young male teacher, who usually doesn't talk much, and his personality is also a more decent type.

If it weren't for him taking the initiative to introduce himself in the morning, and his name was still written on the blackboard, Zhao Qingyu wouldn't have remembered who he was at all, only that he was the homeroom teacher in his first year of high school.

Such a person suddenly lost his temper on the first day of school, which made the reborn Zhao Qingyu very puzzled.

She glanced up, and suddenly saw that the head teacher was also looking at her, and there seemed to be a kind of warning in his eyes.

This made Zhao Qingyu even more surprised, she frowned slightly, and lowered her head without a trace, just now there was more than one person in the class, and it was not an exaggeration to say that there was one of the three, but the head teacher looked at her meaningfully, which made her feel very weird, awkward, and a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, that's all for now, I hope some students will pay attention to it next time." As the head teacher spoke, he took out the language book and began the formal lesson.

Fortunately, everything was normal in the class, so Zhao Qingyu put down this weirdness for the time being and concentrated on listening to the class.

For her, who has graduated for more than ten years, these texts once again make her feel so familiar that she wants to cry.

She's really back, back to the era of the young and frivolous flower season!

The slight deficiency is that all the knowledge she has learned has been sent back to the teacher, and a lot of things have been forgotten, and if she wants to find it again, she is afraid that she will have to work hard.

The language is okay, they are all some texts, except for rote memorization of classical Chinese and ancient poems, everything else depends on personal literary attainments and reading comprehension, anyway, it is to memorize more, read more, memorize more, read more, read more, memorize more, and read more.

After the first class, she felt okay, nothing too disjointed.

After class, the teacher pasted a timesheet on the wall next to the front door and left, and the students hurriedly rushed over to look at it, and some people even took out paper and pens, and wanted to copy a copy in their stationery box or paste it on their desks.

Zhao Qingyu also planned to copy a copy, but not now, there were too many people, and many people directly lay on the wall next to them to copy it, and the crowd couldn't disperse for a while.

Wang Yanli was very excited and called her to go over and watch it together.

"Let's wait for less people to see, now there is no hurry." Zhao Qingyu shook her head, she didn't want to squeeze with people.

"Then I'll go see what's in the next class and come back and tell you." Wang Yanli is still full of curiosity.

"Hmm."

There are too many people at the door, and students who want to go out to the toilet and breathe can only go out to the back door.

In fact, no one paid attention to him.

This person Zhao Qingyu also has a little impression, he looks okay, but he is a little sloppy, he likes to wear a blue basketball vest, and the tendons on his arms are very conspicuous, so he doesn't look like a good student.

And every day I go my own way, and I am very polite to talk to anyone, and some honest students dare not have anything to do with him.

The former Zhao Qingyu is also one of them.

Now Zhao Qingyu still doesn't want to have anything to do with such a person, she retracts her gaze, anyway, this person will be expelled from school in the first semester of high school.