Chapter 292: The Human Messenger of the Netherworld (18)
"Teacher Song, she is a new transfer student, and she is not familiar with it yet." I don't know who shouted.
"Oh? That's just right, get acquainted with my classmates. Qingmang, you can introduce yourself. Song Qi folded his hands and looked at Qingmang with a smile.
Qingmang felt that his smile was very warm, and he was a little inexplicable to her, after all, no stranger had ever been so gentle and loving to her.
She swallowed and stood up: "Hello everyone, my name is Qingmang." I am from Yuncun, there is no one in the family anymore, I studied until the first year of junior high school because of family changes and dropped out of school, I am very happy to go to school again, I hope to get along happily in the future. ”
The classroom was silent for a few seconds, and then it exploded like a drop of water on a pan of oil.
"I heard you right, how did this kind of person get into our school?"
"No wonder it's rustic inside out."
"Is this Teacher Song also stupid? Obviously, there was a class representative before, and I still have to choose a new one, so I have to choose her! ”
……
Song Qi's face suddenly became not very good-looking, "Be quiet." ”
The classroom immediately fell silent.
"I hope that our class is a united and friendly group, and that we don't criticize our classmates behind our backs. If you have any comments on my decision, please feel free to contact me separately. Song Qi frowned and looked around at everyone in the classroom.
Naturally, no one dared to raise objections.
Qingmang saw his gaze drifting past him, and he couldn't help but feel a hot face, and his heartbeat was a little faster.
Without further ado, Song Qi began to attend class.
Then Qingmang found that the blank six years were not empty, she really couldn't understand!
At first, I listened hard, and then I could only look at the air and be stunned.
"Okay, that's all for today's lesson." Song Qi packed up his preparation book, "The class representative came to my office." ”
Qingmang was stunned for a while before he reacted, he was the class representative, and quickly got up to follow.
In this school, the offices of the classrooms are also luxurious.
Because of Song Qi's high title, the school assigned a separate office.
"Teacher Song." Qingmang knocked on the door.
"Come in. Sit. Song Qi got up and poured a glass of water and put it in front of Qingmang, "Don't you understand?" ”
Qingmang nodded frankly.
"After so many years of interruption in the middle, it is not something that can be made up overnight. In this way, you come to me every morning before and after class, and you have to make up for it, not only Chinese, but everything. ”
Qingmang's eyes are almost starry, and he has met a good person!
"Thank you, Mr. Song, then I'll be here tomorrow morning!"
Song Qi smiled, stretched out his hand and touched Qingmang's head, "Six o'clock, see you or leave." ”
Qingmang walked out of the office door, her heart couldn't help but beat faster, her life seemed to be going on in a good place!
She couldn't help but want to share this joy with others, and Song Yan's figure flashed into her mind.
However, what about Song Yan? Where did he go?
Back in the dormitory, the atmosphere was as cold as ice, and the other three chatted hotly, but she was air.
Qingmang didn't bother to bother, climbed into bed to read a book, and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Qingmang felt that his body was cold, wrapped in a quilt, and it was still cold.
She raised her eyelids, so sleepy that she had trouble opening her eyes, "Song Yan, are you?" ”
Eighty percent of it was him, and as soon as she turned over, she really touched a long black hair.
"Dead ghost, I won't be left alone when I enter the school!" Qingmang complained with some grievances.
But her arm was immediately opened mercilessly.