Three years (24) classes.

"Good news! Good news! A tall, thin figure suddenly shouted and rushed in from outside.

There was a pause in the messy class, and a girl in the front row asked him, "What's the good news?" ”

Qu Le couldn't be excited: "I went to the tuba just now, and when I came back, I saw the freshman who was coming to our class, and it was called a good look!" ”

The girl cut off, a little disdainful: "Is Song Yue'er good-looking?" ”

Song Yueer has been the school flower of the Green Ivy League for three consecutive years.

Thinking of the shocking glimpse just now, Qu Le is still amazing, humming: "Even ten Song Yue'er can't compare!" ”

"Won't it?"

"You're exaggerating!"

"Where are the people?"

Some people don't believe it, and some people start to look around.

Qu Le glanced out the door and happened to see Wen Zhong walking over.

"Lao Wen brought her here!" After shouting in a low voice, one slipped back to his position in the penultimate row.

——

Soon, Wen Zhong walked in.

Standing on the podium, he felt that the atmosphere in the class was a little strange today, and coughed dryly: "There is a new student in our class today." ”

The students who heard Qu Le's words "more beautiful than ten Song Yue'ers" just now sat upright in an instant, their eyes staring at the door.

The next moment, a girl in a school uniform walked in outside the door, her appearance could only be said to be delicate, and they knew each other.

Suddenly there was a sound of cutting all over the place.

"Cong Tong, what are you doing?"

"How is it, freshman?"

Xian Cong Tong touched his nose and slowly walked towards his position: "In the back." ”

After a few more seconds, there was no movement at the door.

Wen Zhong was stunned and shouted outside: "Song Li? ”

Song Li quickly replied to an urgent message, slid his phone into his pocket, and walked into the class.

The girls wore white shirts, black and white school uniforms draped loosely over their shoulders, and carried a black backpack on one shoulder.

Carrying a few books in his hand.

The complexion is cold and white, and the facial features are beautiful, so people can't find words to describe it.

It's quite casual, revealing a wanton cold alienation.

The aura is very strong, and at a glance, you can tell that it is not easy to mess with.

After a moment of dead silence—

"it!"

"This look, this height, this aura, is this a fairy?"

"Don't say ten Song Yue'er, even twenty Song Yue'er can't compare..."

"I think Song Yue'er's Ivy League school flower road is coming to an end..."

"Be confident, get rid of the word 'what do you think'!"

The whole class erupted into unprecedented discussions, but their eyes were always glued to the girls, and they were reluctant to leave.

"But then again, what about being pretty, this is class 24, how many good students can enter class 24?"

"Isn't the school flower only more beautiful than beautiful, but also better than good morality?"

"What do you know, these days, appearance is justice!"

"I decide, from today onwards, this new classmate will be my goddess, whoever stops me, I will be in a hurry!"

Wang Xueli pouted: "If you can enter the (24) class, it is estimated that it is another vase that comes in through the back door." ”

"It's also a person's ability to open the back door." Cong Tong glanced at her and hummed: "What's wrong with the vase, if I look like this, let alone make a vase, I would like to make a mural." ”

Listening to the messy discussions, Wen Zhong picked up the book and patted the table: "Ahem! ”

After the class quieted down, he looked at Song Li: "Let's introduce myself." ”

Song Li raised his eyebrows, casually: "Song Li." ”

After the concise two words, there was no follow-up for a few seconds.

It looks like there should be no more follow-up.

Wen Zhong tugged at the corners of his mouth, coughed dryly twice, and was about to arrange the position, when his eyes fell on the vacant seat in the penultimate row of the oblique back corner, his eyebrows froze: "Qule, where are the bell strings?" ”

Qu Le touched his nose: "Brother Xian is uncomfortable..."

The voice is empty, and when you hear it, you are lying.

Anyway, Zhong Xian, the school bully, doesn't come for three days, and when he comes, he will only sleep, and it's the same whether he comes or not, Wen Zhong is used to it.

With a sigh, Chong Song Li pointed to the empty seat in the last row of the corner: "You can sit there first." ”