On the morning of the first day of school, Lin Qing got up early in the morning, washed his face and combed his hair, not knowing what the new school was like and what kind of classmates he would meet, Lin Qing was a little nervous.

It's half past eight, and it's time for the students to start their first class and start the flag-raising event. Lin Qing was sitting in the dean's office at this time, and the polite words of his mother and the dean were in his ears. Later, the director of the meeting took her to get new books and familiarize herself with the classroom, and she had to be polite with her parents before.

The school can be seen to be some years old, but it is better at the foot of the imperial city, it is born with a score advantage over students in other areas, and it is also known as a key junior high school nearby, so the quality of teaching and student training are extremely good - of course, this is only what my mother cares about. In her words, stepping into this school is equivalent to stepping into the door of a key high school, and stepping into the door of a key high school with one foot is equivalent to stepping into the door of a key university with two feet.

But these are too far away for Lin Qingdu, she only thinks about what the new classmates will be like now, and whether it will be embarrassing to meet the new classmates later.

"Classmate Lin Qing, your mother is leaving, say goodbye to her."

The dean was a middle-aged woman with thick, rimless glasses and a pair of gentle eyes hidden behind them. He is of medium height, slightly chubby, and speaks Mandarin with a severe accent. At this time, she was urging Lin Qing with a smile, and for some reason, Lin Qing couldn't raise any good feelings for this smiling teaching director.

After saying goodbye to his mother, Lin Qing followed the teaching director to get a new book and came to an empty classroom.

"The first class of junior high school you transferred to will have English classes in this multimedia classroom. Let's just find a random seat and sit down. The teaching director lifted his glasses, put his other hand on Lin Qing's shoulder and patted it, "I have already informed the squad leader this morning, he will take care of you, if you have any problems, just look for him." ”

"Okay, thank you, Director."

Lin Qing bowed slightly, said goodbye to the teaching director, and found a middle and back seat to sit down. As soon as he took out the pencil case and books in his schoolbag and put them in place, Lin cleaned up his hair and felt a little nervous.

She was the only one in the classroom, it was very quiet, maybe it was winter, the windows of the classroom were all ajar to just ventilate a little, the incandescent lamp overhead was flickering and shining, and there were only four lights in the whole classroom, so it was not very bright. Today's sky is cloudy, the sunlight does not come in, the classroom lights seem to be in disrepair, the whole classroom is dim and dark, and the blackboard is wiped clean. Lin Qing lowered his head and touched his desk, the green wooden desk, it should have been used for too long, the green paint at the corners was worn out, revealing the plush wooden edges, and the table was also a little pothole, it was really a not bright and old classroom.

It was too cold here, although I was wearing gloves and a thick down jacket. But Lin Qing still couldn't immediately adapt to the temperature in the north. Lin Qing wrapped his cold face, which was also frozen, with his two hands, and sighed with his mouth, trying to warm up his frozen hands quickly.

"Your name is Lin Qing?"

A voice suddenly sounded in the quiet classroom, and Lin Qing was excited, subconsciously looking at the source of the sound.

It was a boy, fair-skinned, staring at her with big eyes half-open.

In an instant, Lin Qing forgot to answer, and only half-opened his mouth. The moment she looked at the boy, the clouds seemed to disperse at once, and the sunlight came in through the crack in the window and sprinkled on the boy. The young man who spoke supported his chin with his left hand, as if he had just woken up, and his eyes were half-open and he couldn't see the look in his eyes. Short dark brown hair, skin... The skin is also too white. Lin Qing sighed in his heart. The sun shone on this thin and white boy, like a beam of light chasing the protagonist in the dim stage, At that moment, the boy was like a fairy in the fairy tale of the forest, bathed in the sun.

Probably waiting too long to get a reply, the boy tilted his head and made a suspicious expression, "Didn't it just now, can you speak?"

"Uh......" Lin Qing choked, and reacted that he seemed to be too rude, so he quickly turned to the boy Zhengse and said, "Hello, my name is Lin Qing, and I am a new classmate who just transferred." ”

The boy hummed and continued to lie back, ignoring Lin Qing again. Lin Qing didn't care about the boy's rudeness, patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and sat upright, and continued to wait for the new classmate. It's just that a pair of eyes unconsciously glanced at the boy behind him, he is really good-looking, and his voice is good. Could it be that she had been lying on the table all the time before that she didn't pay attention?

The hallway started to be noisy, and a student was coming in. Lin Qing held the pen and lowered her head and pretended to read, but in fact, her eyes kept glancing at the door of the classroom, she really didn't know what she should do at this time.

Standing at the door of the classroom to greet new students?

That's too much like a welcome lady!

Sitting in your seat, quietly looking at the classmates who came in, and then nodding and smiling?

Do you think you are the president of the country!

Forget it, let's bow your head and pretend to read, if you can't see me, you can't see me......

"Oh, it's too cold today, isn't it...... Hey, this classmate, you went to the wrong classroom, right? ”

Lin Qing looked up, and a boy holding a book was staring at her, and it was obvious that this embarrassing fatal question was asked to her just now. Students came to her one after another, and Lin Qing felt like a monkey being watched in the zoo.

"I'm sorry, I'm a new classmate who just transferred, my name is Lin Qing." As soon as the words fell, the class bell rang, and Lin Qing breathed a sigh of relief. It's good to go to class, otherwise I would have to face the siege of so many classmates.

Sitting next to her was a short-haired girl named Zheng Tingting. They only had time to introduce themselves briefly, and the teacher came in.

This is an English class, but fortunately, it is a young female teacher, tall and thin, with a high ponytail and full of vitality. Without embarrassing her too much, she started the class. If you ignore her accented English, the lesson was a great success. Lin Qing couldn't help but sigh, she deserved to be an excellent junior high school, and the students who were chattering around her just now were all engrossed and very serious in class.

Of course, during this period, she also tried to look at the boy who was the first to talk to her, but she couldn't see anything at all from the wrong angle.

The bell rang for the end of class, and Lin Qing was still in a daze and followed everyone to pack up their things. She now learned that it was only a multimedia classroom, with a projection screen on the blackboard, and only classes scheduled in advance would come to the room. It turned out that this dilapidated classroom was not the classroom where they would normally attend classes.

Zheng Tingting quickly packed up and asked Lin Qing if she wanted to go with her. Lin Qing was grateful and readily agreed, but fortunately, her table mate was very friendly and welcoming. The multimedia classroom is on the fifth floor, and the classroom of the first class of junior high school is on the third floor. During this period, many people came up to talk, after all, the new students are still a little curious.

These Lin Qing can understand this, but ......

"Ah, what are you doing?"

When Lin Qing was braided for the fifth time, she finally couldn't help it, and turned around and glared at the boy sitting in the back row, Zhang Yi. Zhang Yi is the squad leader, and she introduced herself a lot this morning, so she endured being braided. However, no girl can stand being pulled five times in half an hour.

The boy didn't take it lightly, and Lin Qing's entire head was ripped back, almost hitting the back of the chair.

Zhang Yi is tall, with very dark skin, thin double eyelids and thin lips, and a Chinese face, which is completely the most ordinary kind of appearance in junior high school, not good-looking or ugly. Similarly, the personality is the same as that of ordinary junior high school boys, and he likes to play tricks on girls.

Zhang Yi smiled disappreciatively; "Pull your hair."

Lin Qing had never seen such a cheeky one, but she also noticed that there were about five or five men and women in the class, and only she and the other girl had long hair. She turned her head and asked Zheng Tingting: "Tingting, why don't there be girls with long hair in our class?" ”

Zheng Tingting wore glasses, and her hair was probably cut by herself, which was as pitted and messy as a dog's gnaw. After a morning of observation, Lin Qing has preliminarily confirmed Zheng Tingting's identity as a scholar. Because after class, she would take out the workbook and brush up on the questions frantically, and she wrote quickly and beautifully.

"Because we all had to study and didn't have time to wash our hair, we cut it off."

Zheng Tingting didn't raise her head, and her answer was concise and to the point, and she saw blood for a while.

Lin Qing was shocked, but he saw a positive look on Zhang Yi's face. "This is a key junior high school, and the study pressure is very heavy." Lin Qing studied in the old school for half a year, I don't know if it was because his studies were too easy, the little girls in the class all had long hair, and I had never heard of no time to wash my hair because of studying. Naturally, I didn't think that I would be willing to cut my hair like this because of my studies.

Lin Qing is of medium height, with a single eyelid and a round face with a wheat complexion, and he stands out to everyone in the crowd, and the ordinary ones can't be more ordinary. But even so, this waist-length hair is something she has kept since she was a child, and she should never cut it off.

Be sure to protect my hair. Lin Qing secretly swore in his heart.

The morning passed quickly, the school did not have a cafeteria, and the day students in the dormitory were free to arrange their lunch time.

Lin Qing declined Zheng Tingting's invitation to lunch, although she knew that this was a good opportunity to get close to her new classmates, but as a senior lazy cancer girl, she just wanted to go back to her small bed and sleep now.