Chapter 7: Spring is coming for our class

"Teacher Ma, this is a new transfer student, and I haven't said anything yet. Before the monthly exam, it belongs to your class. Yao Huaqian introduced to Ma Fen.

Ma Fen walked into the director's room and looked at Yan Weichu.

Yan Weichu smiled, revealing the small pear nest on his lips, looking pure and cute, like a little white rabbit: "Teacher, hello, I am Yan Weichu." ”

Haven't you gotten it? Muffin probably learned that he had heard of this girl's name before.

Is it just that this word is not the beginning?

"Are you the one who said nothing?" Because he was too curious, Ma Fen was a little surprised when he asked.

"yes, I'm the one who didn't say anything." Regardless of you, anyway, she is the only one in Zhishang's words.

Muffin looked at the dean with a look of embarrassment.

Yao Huaqian smiled awkwardly at her, and said with relief: "Teacher Ma, Yan Weichu's academic performance is very good, and she was among the best in our school before, this time I entered your class to encourage and encourage other students in your class to study hard with her and drive the learning atmosphere in the class." ”

When Muffin heard this, the expression on his face became even more ugly.

Has the dean forgotten that she has been teaching at this school for three years.

She had heard of Yan Weichu, and she had admitted that it was Yan Weichu just now.

And let her drive the learning atmosphere? Still study hard with her? I'm afraid that if you all learn from her, there will be no need for Class 9 to exist.

Seeing that Ma Fen was still standing in place, and the class bell had already sounded, Yao Huaqian was also embarrassed, but this was explained by the principal himself, and it had to be arranged.

"After the monthly exam results come out, they will be divided according to her grades, which Teacher Ma should be aware of."

The first and second years of high school are divided according to the final exam, and the top 30 enter the first class, focusing on training, and the subsequent classes are divided according to the ranking.

There are nine classes in total, and so on.

In the third year of high school, because of the college entrance examination, in order to sprint to the final stage, let the students be self-motivated, and then divide the class again with the results of the monthly examination.

Yan Weichu's grades were not bad, but her grades abroad couldn't be used in China, so she was discussed to be in class nine first, and then she was reassigned to classes when the results of the monthly exam came out.

Ma Fen looked at this hot potato, and finally had to take it, and the director said that it was done.

said goodbye to the teaching director, and followed Ma Fen to the ninth class of the third year.

Class 9, as the name suggests, is the worst class, all of which are crane tails.

Yan Weichu walked into the ninth class, and the students in the class all did their own things.

Playing with mobile phones, putting on makeup, sleeping on sleeping, reading novels reading novels, there is no one who watches teachers.

"Smack!" Muffin patted it with his hand.

No one reacted.

Before I first thought about it, I didn't let her come to Class 9 like this?

Ma Fen stood on the podium with some embarrassment, picked up the ring ruler, and slammed the podium.

In an instant, the students in the classroom raised their heads one by one, and some were obviously frightened and patted their little hearts.

Although Yan Weichu paid attention to this move, he was also frightened.

Turtle turtle, don't you want to be so scary, is it that Mr. Ma has reached menopause so soon?

"Holy, beauty."

"These legs!"

"This eye."

"No one is allowed to steal my food."

"The spring of our class is coming, everything is going to recover, and it seems that it is the season of mating = mating again!"

……

As soon as the classmates saw the girl next to Ma Fen, they immediately recognized it as a new transfer student from the school today, and they all exploded on the campus Internet.

What I didn't expect was to transfer to their class.

It's an unexpected 'flower'.