Wen Yishan nodded "oh", leaned on her desk and asked, "What is your transfer number?" ”

"Class 7 is a key class, and the student numbers are all arranged according to their grades."

"I'm number 18."

Song Jinyu smiled: "I'm No. 49." ”

"There were originally 48 people in our class, so it was directly arranged like this, which is too unfair." Wen Yishan seemed to be upset for her, and a weird smile appeared on her face.

Song Jinyu took out the scratch paper and said in a low voice, "I knew that I was at the beginning of the year, so I would have reported for a middle school with you." ”

"You don't have to transfer schools."

Wen Yishan still had a smile on her face, and her tone was irrelevant, "But it's all turned, I hope you can keep up with our progress." ”

"High school is not as good as junior high school, the teacher's lecture is like riding a rocket, and when you get distracted, you can no longer understand it."

"By the way, we have the opening exam for summer homework in a few days, what are you going to do?"

As she spoke, she turned around and brought a stack of bound test papers: "Do you want to take it and make a copy?" ”

Song Jinyu has never loved Shen Yu like now.

The corners of her mouth curled unconsciously, and she took out the school's unified summer vacation homework from her schoolbag and said, "I wrote it, is this it?" ”

Wen Yishan: "Where did you find it?" ”

"The questions in our school are all arranged by the head of the teaching and research group, and they will not be uploaded to the Internet."

Song Jinyu: "There are classmates I know in other classes, help me get them." ”

Wen Yishan hurriedly put down her own and grabbed Song Jinyu's look. She not only saw Song Jinyu's neat and beautiful words, but also found that she had written them all.

The smile on his face faded away.

Even if she knew that she might have copied it, but after others copied it, she didn't finish copying it, and she was weak and panicked for no reason.

"Jinyu, you are so powerful," Wen Yishan forced out a smile and threw her homework back, "You are an attached middle school, more serious than me." ”

"My mother likes you very much, since I was a child, I said that you look at Song Jinyu, you study better than you, the piano exam is fast, and you are polite and sensible, compared to you, I have nothing good except for my father......

She didn't make a loud voice, but the classmates at the same table who copied the homework, as well as the classmates in front of her, left and right, couldn't help but turn their heads.

The air froze for two seconds.

Song Jinyu pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled gently: "You know a lot with your mother, and you talk quite broadly." ”

She herself knew that Father Song, who spoiled her to the earliest, was not a relative.

Because Dad Song has been hiding, spoiling, and coaxing.

"Jinyu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Wen Yishan hurriedly came over and apologized in a super whisper, "I didn't mean to." ”

"I really didn't mean to."

"You don't want to ......"

"What are you sorry for?" Song Jinyu held the pen, the tip of the pen was delicately hanging on the test paper, and looked at her with her eyelids raised.

“…… If you don't mind, it's fine. Wen Yishan seemed to be really sorry and said, "Shall I invite you to drink something after class?" ”

"You must not be familiar with the school, I will take you around and introduce you."

"Don't be angry."

Song Jinyu ignored her.

As soon as the class bell rang, the classroom really fell silent as the teacher entered.

Wen Yishan was extremely attentive to her.

The small class took her to know the water room and toilet in the teaching building.

Introduce her to the class distribution as well as the office.

When she went to fetch water, she passed by Class 10 and glanced into the classroom, but she didn't see Shen Yu.

Shen Yu inexplicably gives people a sense of trust.

Although he has a prickly personality, a poisonous mouth, and arranges homework for her, there is no shortage of etiquette from the tutor, and even shows a desirable self-cultivation from time to time.

That's something that ordinary children don't have.