Simeng looked at him deeply for a few seconds before shifting his gaze to the white short sleeves he was wearing, and there was a line of small words on his chest: Hongyao Middle School in City A.

This is the middle school with the best reputation in City A, so students in both urban and suburban areas want to squeeze into it regardless of the distance, and Simeng's father also relied on the interpersonal relationships won by working hard in a good company for ten years to send his two daughters to this school.

Simeng instantly became happy, leaned forward again and said, "Can you please carry me all the way?" Today was my first day of transfer, but I couldn't be late......"

At this time, the traffic light turned green, and the anxious passers-by behind began to honk their horns to urge.

The boy had been turning a blind eye to Simeng, and he looked like he was about to leave, but Simeng didn't have time to ask for permission when he saw this, so he said "thank you" and cheekily jumped into his back seat.

The boy was about to start, when Simeng jumped up violently, and the car was unstable and almost collapsed, he stopped the car and glared at her with some annoyance.

"Go down!" The boy said politely.

"Please, help! I really can't be late today! Simeng folded his hands and looked at him pitifully.

The people in the back honked their horns louder because of the congestion.

"Damn it!" The boy cursed, but started the car anyway.

The car shuttled quickly in the traffic to work and school, it was hard to believe that a tram could run so fast (after a long time, Simeng knew what an exclusive high-horsepower tram was), and the early morning autumn wind blew Simeng's arms tightened.

It was a sunny day, a good and bad encounter, and a seventeen-year-old who could taste the sweetness in the wind.

She looked at her back, which seemed to be gilded with a layer of golden light, and felt the wind-stirred clothes of the young man in white rubbing against her front, and the sunlight with morning dew jumping on her face and head through the treetops and the gap between the boy's hair.

When they first met, she sat behind him for twelve minutes and five seconds.

The car stopped at the school gate, and Simeng jumped out of the car and ran to the boy to thank him.

The boy ignored her, as if he hadn't picked her up at all, and pushed the cart to the parking shed on the left, and the students who came and went looked at Simon in a whisper.

Simeng was a little embarrassed, turned his head to look at the new school again, and nearly 100 meters away from the school gate was a long row of red and orange four-story teaching buildings, and the students upstairs were playing and making trouble, and laughter filled the entire campus.

There is a passage leading to the back in the middle of the first floor of the teaching building, you can see the large playground behind, and the west side of the teaching building is connected by a row of buildings of the same height at right angles, but because the first floor can be equivalent to the height of the teaching building, it is only three floors.

There is a flagpole in the center of the campus, and in front of the flagpole there is a large flower bed full of various flowers, which adds a lot of life to the campus.

The school looks like an old school, not too big, and it is precisely because of this that it is not easy to get here, it is said that the students in it are either powerful or wealthy, or talented, of course, there are also people like Simeng who come in purely by connection.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A middle-aged man in a security uniform walked over to Simeng and looked at her vigilantly, "No outsiders are allowed to come in here!" ”

"I'm a freshman who just transferred from another school today, where is the third and fifth class?" Simeng said politely.

"You transferred to Class 35? Do you know the name of your homeroom teacher? The doorman was a little unconvinced, and looked Simeng up and down.

"I only know that my surname is Li, and she is a female teacher." That's what her dad told her.

"Oh." The security guard nodded, finally believed, and then pointed to the front and said, "That's the head of the third and fifth classes, just follow him." ”

Following the fingers of the doorman's uncle, Simeng saw the back of a boy walking in the direction of the teaching building, he was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, his hands were naturally in his pockets, and his figure was upright, giving people a feeling of unruliness.

The back alone is extremely eye-catching in the crowd, and this person's sense of presence is really strong!

The corners of Simeng's mouth hooked: What a coincidence!

"Thank you, uncle." After Simeng said thank you, he ran happily to the boy, raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder, thought about it and then took it back, jumped next to him and said "hey" loudly:

"You're the class leader of Class 35? What a coincidence, I happened to be transferred to your banye! ”

"Thank you just now! My name is Yu Simeng, what about you? Well? Feed! Feed! Why don't you speak? ”

If it hadn't been for the conversation at Crossroads* just now, Simon would have really suspected that he was deaf.

The enthusiasm was diluted a lot by the boy's silence, and Simeng was a little unhappy, blocking his way on the stairs: "Uncle Doorman said that you are the fifth class leader, as the class leader, should you welcome the new classmates?" ”

The boy then put his eyes on her face, but it was a very impatient look: "Get out of the way!" ”

"Why are you like that?" She pouted, but got out of the way.

The students passing by looked at her in surprise, and their mouths were talking:

"Who is that woman? Have you been following the school grass since you entered the campus? Isn't it crazy to dare to stand in the way of the school grass? ”

"It can't be a from another school who transferred to another school, right?"

"Look at her like that, like a black charcoal, she looks so stupid, too self-aware, right? Ha ha! ”

It's the first time I've seen someone say bad things in front of others so blatantly, and Simeng almost turned his eyes back on his skull.

School grass? That guy is actually the school grass here? Although his appearance is in the past, his temper is too bad, as if he owes him nine cents!

After inquiring, Simeng found the office and reported to the head teacher.

To the surprise of the head teacher, a young female teacher of about 30 years old politely introduced herself to Simeng.

She knew that Simeng was entering the city for the first time, and decided to arrange her to be with the class leader, and the teachers next to her who had not yet gone to class heard it and ridiculed, saying that the head teacher could arrange the most precious class leader to Simeng, and she really took care of Simeng.

And Simeng's heart slowed down for no reason, and the young man with a face full of morning light at the crossroads appeared in his mind.

Class 3 (5) classrooms.

Ever since Simeng stepped through the door, the classroom had been in a commotion, with strange eyes sweeping over her as she had expected it.

She had just been vaccinated on the stairs, so she was mentally prepared, at this time she was smiling, holding four sets of school uniforms and holding her head high to meet their ridicule, and her eyes fell on the bustling classroom that seemed abrupt and special, even in the penultimate row, Simeng could sweep it at a glance.

Dozens of students in the class craned their necks to look at Simeng, but the boy was busy with his own business with his head down, so it seemed unusually quiet there, as if the discussions of dozens of people could not affect him in the slightest.

"Is there anything else Yu Simeng has to say?" Teacher Li asked after briefly introducing Simeng and explaining that her classmates would help her more.

"Nothing, teacher."

"Nothing~ to say? Hahaha, she speaks so strangely. ”

"Is it a dialect? What-ha, that's ugly! ”

The people below were in a mess again, repeating her words like parrots.