"Classmate Rong, this matter ......"

"The director took me to the ninth class teacher to hand it over!" Rong Yan interrupted the words of the teaching director, her expression was calm, and the aura of the superior who was invisibly revealed made people dare not question her words.

Zhang Xiao was also slightly stunned, then raised her chin proudly, and said with an arrogant face: "Director, since she has agreed, you can solve the rest of the things, in the next class, I don't want to see people in the class who shouldn't be!" ”

Zhang Xiao left, and the teaching director frowned and said, "Classmate Rong, why do you bother to come to Teacher Zhang, this matter can be adjusted, if you go to Class 9, your grandfather knows, it's not ......"

"There's no need to adjust this matter, I'll say it myself on Grandpa's side."

The Dean frowned.

With Zhang Xiao involved in this matter, the director of education didn't say much for a while, so he had to go to the principal to deal with it later.

Brought the person to Kuching, the head teacher of Class 9, and after knowing what had happened, the other party did not show the slightest displeasure and accepted it directly.

After going through all the formalities, Kuching also said to his face very gently: "Go and pack your things, and I'll take you to the classroom when class comes later." ”

Rong Yan nodded, and gave the other party a look before leaving.

Kuching, looking at a weak teaching gentleman, meticulously dressed, with rimless eyes, a delicate and handsome face, and a bookish atmosphere.

It is rumored that he came here just after graduating from college and became the head teacher of the ninth class of the second year of high school.

Rong Yan thought of the other party's other identity, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

It is not admitted, this middle school Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Kuching didn't ignore the look at him, and inexplicably felt like she had seen through it.

He frowned, this Miss Rong family seems to be a little different from the rumors!

Rong Yan returned to the first class and walked towards the door directly with his schoolbag on his back.

As soon as I walked to the door, I met Ji Siya who came in.

The moment she saw her, Ji Siya subconsciously took a step back, and then a trace of defensiveness appeared on her face.

The expression was like what the face was trying to do to her.

However, Rong Yan didn't give her a look, and just ignored it and left.

Ji Siya: "......"

Gritting her teeth in resentment, a trace of resentment flashed in Ji Siya's eyes, staring at the back of her face leaving, she clenched her fists.

Looks, you wait for me!

The class bell rang and Kuching took his face to Class 9.

Completely different from the quiet atmosphere of Class 1, Class 9 can hear the noise inside from a long distance.

Kuching came to the stage and knocked on the table: "Everyone, be quiet, I will introduce a new classmate to you!" ”

As Kuching's voice rang out, the noisy crowd below was a little quieter, but there were still people talking.

"New classmates again?"

"Is our class so sought-after right now?"

"Quiet!" Kuching knocked on the table again and then motioned for the face at the door to come in.

Rong Yan walked in calmly, ignoring everyone's puzzled eyes, and said directly: "My name is Rong Yan!" ”

Kuching applauded: "Everyone's applause. ”

In the audience, the bustling slap sounded.

Kuching spoke: "Rong Yan, you can sit in the back seat for the time being." ”

Looking at the male classmates sleeping on their stomachs in the last row, Kuching frowned almost invisibly, but said nothing.

Holding a backpack, he walked over with a calm face.

"Everybody take out the books......" Kuching began.

Rong Yan sat down, took out the book, and accidentally pulled out the agreement in the bag, which instantly fell at the foot of the same table.

The same table was sleeping on the table, and Rong Yan was just about to squat down to pick it up, when the other party stepped on the paper.

Face: "......"

This kick, cut it off, right?