Jiang Lingzhi has always been at the same table with girls and boys before, this is the first time.

"Hello Mr. Jiang." The boy looks a little cramped.

Jiang Lingzhi smiled politely: "Hello." ”

“……”

And then there was silence.

The awkward conversation could not go on any longer.

Now that she's changed seats, she's full of people she doesn't know.

There are two boys in the front, and there are two empty seats in the back, and one of them has a table with a book, and no one came, so he should have asked for leave today.

There was no Wen Yujing around, and she talked less.

Hao Weiwu didn't come back from this class.

The next session is self-study, and Brother Weiwu still hasn't come back, but another person has come.

At that time, Jiang Lingzhi was brushing up on the review questions of the college entrance examination gang.

The squad leader sat on the podium and guarded discipline.

But the whispering below still didn't stop.

The new tablemate was probably embarrassed and didn't talk to her all the time.

I finally mustered up the courage to make a sentence.

"The ......"

As soon as the beginning began, the classroom suddenly fell silent.

It's like a chicken that has suddenly been choked.

All sounds came to an abrupt halt.

Jiang Lingzhi stopped the pen in her hand and was about to ask her table what was going on, when she noticed his gaze, she also subconsciously looked over.

Spanning most of the classroom.

The boy stood at the door of the classroom, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a black schoolbag.

The black hair hangs down naturally, a well-defined face, very superior facial features, and the eyes are light, looking lazy and careless.

He raised his eyes and looked around, but he didn't see the teacher there, raised his eyebrows, and walked straight into the classroom.

As a result, the students of Class 7 of the second year of high school acted very uniformly.

His eyes followed the handsome classmate as he moved.

In addition, Wen Yujing, who was sitting in the first row of a large group, seemed a little uncalm.

in a groove?!

Aren't new transfer students juniors in high school? Why did you run the sophomore year of high school?!

And in their class, so handsome, so handsome!!

He Dixian, who was sitting on the podium, finally reacted and stood up: "Classmate, did you make a mistake?" ”

Although I knew that the school was coming to transfer students, I vaguely heard that it was a senior in high school.

Li Shunan walked up to him, relying on his superior height, staring at the squad leader condescendingly, half-lifting his eyelids, and his tone was not salty or light: "This is not the seventh class of the second year of high school?" ”

He Di was stunned for a moment before replying: "It's Class 7 of the second year of high school." ”

"Ah," replied Li Shunan lazily, passing behind him and striding in the direction of the empty desk in the classroom, "That's right. ”

The classroom was silent for nearly five seconds before a loud argument erupted.

The girl's style of painting is like this.

"Ahh......h Good! Handsome! Yes! ”

"Me! Target! Mother! Yikes! How could it be, this! Whatever! Handsome! The deliberately suppressed voices couldn't hide their excitement.

"The height is too high, the squad leader is more than one meter and seven tall, and he has to look up! Head! See! He! ”

"Ahh......h

Schoolboy:

"Shhh...... Familiar......"

After all, he has such a swaggering face, even if he has been away for two years, there are still people who remember.

"Shhhh Isn't that the one who? Who's who?!! ”

"Lying. Someone blurted out ...... "Little overlord in the old city, great!" State! South! ”

Maybe someone didn't know him, but he definitely heard his name.

A very legendary bigwig.