Xing Mu Moxia didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at the moment.

"I'm not going to keep the tail of the crane." She stared solemnly at the bottom of the list.

Chen Xiangsang continued: "If you have ambition, let's go, let's go back to work first." ”

The seventh class of the third year of high school was on the second floor of the secondary school, and the two of them quickly found the class. Along the way, they have also received the attention of many students.

By the time they entered the class, their classmates had already arrived.

"Wow, the school girl is actually in our class." A boy in the back row slapped the table and almost jumped up with joy.

All the students in the class looked at the two of them.

Of course, Chen Xiangsang would not narcissistically think that the school flower in their mouth is himself.

"She looks really beautiful, much better looking than Song Ranran." There was a girl in the front row holding her cheeks and being a bit nymphomaniac.

As soon as her words fell, she was hit by the elbow of her fellow tablemate, and said in a low voice: "You be quiet, if you let Song Ranran hear it, there will be no good fruit to eat." ”

"What's so great about her, isn't it just that she has a sister who can find a boyfriend?" She muttered, her voice lowering considerably.

Chen Xiangsang looked at the classroom, and only two seats remained in the back row.

"Let's go, let's sit in the back." Xingmu Moxia followed behind Chen Xiangsang and sat in the small corner of the last door in the class.

Xing Mu Moxia just put the schoolbag into the book pocket, and his eyes caught a glimpse of Chen Xiangsang taking out two buns from the schoolbag.

"I woke up late today and didn't have breakfast. Here you go. Chen Xiangsang was very generous and gave another bun to Xing Mu Moxia.

"This is my mother's craft, and ordinary people can't eat it." Her family used to open a steamed bun shop, and a few years ago, after her father won the million-dollar lottery, he closed the family's steamed bun shop. Her father followed his friends to invest in some industries, and she could get some dividends every month.

Xingmu Moxia took the bun unceremoniously, and took a bite secretly while the teacher didn't come, "This is the most delicious bun I've ever tasted." ”

This bun tastes exactly the same as before.

Chen Xiangsang likes others to praise her mother's delicious buns. "When you go to my house in the future, I will invite you to a steamed bun feast."

Xingmu Moxia nodded as he ate.

As soon as the two of them finished eating the buns, the head teacher came in.

Their homeroom teacher was a woman, with short and capable hair, a cold face, and a somewhat serious look. I heard that I have been in the third year of high school for three years.

"Welcome to the seventh class of the third year of high school, I am your homeroom teacher and your math teacher Nian Nian."

She pulled out her chalk and wrote her name on the blackboard behind her. The gesture was so powerful that if she had told the students her name in advance, they would not have guessed what she had written.

"Since the students have come to my class, it means that we are destined, as the saying goes, we are destined to meet thousands of miles away......"

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The classmates stared at the head teacher whose style had changed dramatically, who would have thought that the image of a capable and experienced female elite a moment ago would have another style as soon as she spoke.

Nian Nian spoke for half an hour and introduced his great achievements.

Xingmu Moxia was about to doze off when she heard this, straightened up and glanced at the classmates, most of them were really as sleepy as her, supporting their heads with one hand, as if they were serious. Who knows where the iQue has gone.

"Okay, the teacher said that, now let's call the name and answer whose name we call."