Xin He's position was in the last row, leaning against the back door, and no one noticed it when he entered the door.

It can't be said that no one has noticed, but they just see it and don't want to pay attention to it.

After all, it doesn't matter if the original owner is not popular in the class, and the people in the class are guided by Jian Zhitong and ostracize her.

As soon as Xin He sat down, a representative of the mathematics department walked over.

Putting down his schoolbag, Xin He pretended to take out a stack of math papers, and then pulled out a math homework from it.

This homework was written by Xin He after the two cats chattered in her ear for a long time yesterday.

As for the rest of the homework, she really didn't move a word.

Xin He picked up a pen and spun it around casually, one hand supporting his head, thinking about what to do with these blank papers.

Her technique is obviously not very good, she turned it around, but Xin He still turned happily, and she didn't fall to the ground anyway.

"Jian Xinhe, can you not turn around? The technology is not good, and you are still turning over there, and you are making noise for all of us to do our homework. ”

Suddenly, Xin He's front table turned to Xin He and said with disdain.

As soon as the front table spoke, the people around him also responded: "That's it, Jian Xinhe, don't turn around." ”

Xin He didn't stop the movements in her hand when she heard this, she raised her eyes and glanced in the direction of Jian Zhitong.

Jian Zhitong was talking and laughing with her group of little sisters, and in comparison, her voice was negligible.

The front table that had just spoken was coming back from Jian Zhitong's side.

Needless to say, this is Jian Zhitong's masterpiece.

Sure enough, in the next second, I saw Jian Zhitong coming over, and said with a disapproving face: "Sister, you better not turn the pen, otherwise the sound of tapping will affect the classmates around you." ”

Xin He blinked innocently and looked at Jian Zhitong: "But you and a few classmates are talking louder than mine." ”

Jian Zhitong didn't expect Xin He's temper to harden recently, so she was a little short of words for a while: "I ......"

"Zhitong is going to participate in the essay competition, and he is just discussing the choice of words, and he is preparing to compete for the honor of our class, what about you? You're making noise. ”

"That's it, don't look at your own grades, you're embarrassed to compare with Zhitong, are you worthy?"

As soon as Xin He finished scolding Jian Zhitong, the little sisters around her spoke for Jian Zhitong one by one.

As soon as he wanted to speak, the class bell rang, and Xin He could only give up.

The homeroom teacher, who is also a math teacher, walked in with a classmate.

"Everyone, be quiet, I'll introduce you to someone, this is Fu Lou, a classmate who has just been transferred from S City, from now on, everyone is a classmate, and you have to get along well."

After all, it's the third year of high school, and the head teacher is not that empty, and self-introduction is exempt.

When the head teacher spoke, the female classmates below were not calm, and they were all talking about each other.

The head teacher looked around, then pointed to the position beside Xin He and said, "Jian Xinhe just didn't have the same table, so you can sit next to her." ”

When Xin He followed the head teacher in Fu Lou, Xin He was startled and almost didn't sit still.

She shouted frantically in her head, "Cat! Cats! It's Siyin! You see! ”。

The twin cats were sorting out the manuscript, and were startled by Xin He's shout, and it replied perfunctorily: "I know, I know, isn't it just a Siyin, and it's not that I haven't seen it, what are you excited about?" ”