The lunatic who was about to be killed was watched as soon as he walked to the office of the senior high school group.

Most of the people who saw him were girls in advance, and sometimes they were mixed with a few men. The freshmen were not nervous and even smiled with a good temper at the onlookers.

However, the teacher rushed up and said, "Go, go! Why don't you come here if you can't study early? New students? New students will go to the classroom later. Today, you should study English early? Lao Yu!"

The called "Lao Yu" stood up from the desk with a teacup, took a sip, and pointed to a bunch of students watching the fun at the door: "You guys just don't let me rest for two minutes."

After he said that, he put down the cup and picked up a stack of test papers, "Okay, I'll give you two more minutes to listen. I can tell you by the way after finishing it."

The students at the door: "...Teacher Yu, be a person!"

The students driven away by the test papers were like birds in the forest, scattering happily.

The middle-aged male teacher who was guarding the door and not letting people enter finally came back and patted Wen Yu on the shoulder kindly: "I have heard that you have done a good job in the original school. The teaching focus of our No. 3 Middle School and No. 1 Middle School is different. I hope you can play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses and strive to maintain good grades."

"Don't worry." Wen Yu nodded noblely.

"In addition, there are many... students with strong personalities in our class, but they are all good kids. The teacher hopes that you can get along well with them."

Stronger personality?

Thinking of a familiar face, Wen Yu's smile deepened a little: "I understand."

He had a good face and his eyes always looked extremely focused and sincere. The teacher was very satisfied with his attitude and smiled and said, "Then let's talk about something else now - you may not be able to adapt to it just now, so remember some things..."

He talked about the school's rules and regulations as clearly as he knew.

The sunlight outside the window turned to an angle and rolled down from the treetops. The squirrel jumped down and the sparrow pounced on the ground and into the sky.

Wen Yu himself chose the class. Before coming, his father asked him.

There are eight classes in each grade of No. 3 Middle School, one to six are science, seven and eight liberal arts, among which Class 1 and Class 6 are key classes. Wen Yu looked at the list of students at the director of the Academic Affairs Office, and without thinking, he said he was coming to Class 6.

The head teacher of Class 6 is named Zhou, a male teacher, who teaches chemistry. She looks like she is about 40 years old and is a mother-in-law.

"Mom" is the conclusion that Wen Yu came to after listening to the school's rules and teaching schedule and other matters in detail within ten minutes.

There is a feeling that I would rather go to the first shift if I had known it.

But he regretted it no matter how much he regretted it. He didn't show any of his face, and had a perfect smile on the corner of his mouth. He nodded from time to time and agreed a few words. When the time was almost over, he also reminded: "Teacher Zhou, the self-study is almost over."

"Oh! Look at me, I forgot the time as I talked." Teacher Zhou glanced at the watch, pointed to a small suitcase at his feet and stood up, "Come on, bring your things with me, I'll take you to the class."

On the first day, Wen Yu wore a school uniform of No. 3 Middle School and had not yet obtained the new school uniform. In order to leave the head teacher with the impression of "abiding the rules", Wen Yu wore a school uniform of No. 1 Middle School.

In fact, if he wears private clothes, it wouldn't be so eye-catching among the crowd of freshmen who came to report on it, but an opponent's school uniform would be completely different.

Walking from the office to the classroom of Class 6, you have to pass two other classes. Wen Yu successfully became the focus of the corridor with his size of more than 1.8 meters and his figure of wide shoulders and narrow waist.

The information network between students is so well-informed. Five minutes later, everyone knew upstairs and downstairs that a handsome guy from No. 1 Middle School transferred to Class 6 of Grade 3.

Wen Yu didn't even glance at the side, and followed the head teacher with his eyebrows down, passing by the English teacher who had just walked out of Class 6.

Then he walked into the classroom.

The dozens of eyes, who had just been pinched by English listening, lit up because they saw the latest news, and looked at the new classmate curiously.

Wen Yu raised his eyelids, crossed the curious crowd, and faced with a cold sight at the last row of the classroom.

He chuckled softly, and soon saw that his face, as dark as the bottom of a pot, became even darker.

When Fu Yuhan gets angry, his eyelids will unconsciously press down, his eyebrows will rise up, and his mouth will bulge or tilt due to the movement of grinding teeth, and he will look like he is swelling or tilting.

He has always had this expression since the pocky last night.

It's really... very funny.

There was something even more funny - Class 6 seats were in the second, third and second rows, and they happened to be in the seventh row, with only one Fu Yuhan at the end. The head teacher pointed in that direction and said, "Wen Yu, just sit there."

"No." Fu Yuhan spoke on the spot.

He pointed at the groups next to him, and faced the gaze of the head teacher on the podium and said, "There are all empty seats here, you can put them anywhere for him, don't put them next to me."

Wen Yu suddenly felt that this class teacher had a really good temper besides his mother-in-law.

When he heard this, he not only did not scold people, but also asked with great interest: "Wen Yu had a good grade when he was in No. 1 Middle School. Isn't it good to have a top student beside you and let others take you?"

"not good."

Wen Yu reasoned that if it weren't for being in the classroom, Fu Yuhan might have vomited out directly.

The resistance in his eyes was almost solidified.

"Can you tell the teacher why?" Zhou Wenkang still said the same tone.

He has an easy-going temper, but the classmates in Class 6 are very impressed. Fu Yuhan really couldn't say anything too slutty to the head teacher, so he had to kick the ball back: "Ask him, see if he is willing to be a deskmate with me."

The head teacher turned his head.

Of course Wen Yu didn't want to do it, but when he saw Fu Yuhan's expression, he changed his mind temporarily, and the words turned to his mouth: "Of course I do it. Teacher Zhou just taught me to be friendly to my classmates."

"Right!" Zhou Wenkang smiled comfortably and solicited opinions, "Fu Yuhan, what do you think?"

Fu Yuhan: “…”

Fuck you, hypocritical.

A person's aura is a very subtle thing.

Sun Wenrui in the front seat leaned back, put his back against the desk, and whispered: "Brother Fu, why do I feel... he looks a little 'puff'?"

"It means you're not blind yet."

After Fu Yuhan finished speaking, he raised his voice: "Okay, then come and sit down, as long as some people don't regret it."

The first section was the class teacher's chemistry class. After arranging the seats, Zhou Wenkang opened the ppt to prepare to go through the knowledge point. Wen Yu dragged his small box and walked to the end "broken" to the end, and sat down next to Fu Yuhan.

Fu Yuhan glanced at him and found that the box was full of high school textbooks.

Textbooks do not use book packaging and trunks tow, which is really exaggerating.

ill.

Fu Yuhan withdrew his gaze.

The early morning class made people sleepy, and the complex chemical formulas were also hypnotizing. In the past, Fu Yuhan probably had fallen asleep long ago, but today, the person he hated the most was sitting next to him, and he just kept listening to a class.

The bell finally rang, and the suppressed excitement in Class 6's classroom suddenly boiled.

"Hey, freshman." When Zhou Wenkang walked out, Xu Qianyi immediately turned around and asked loudly, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

The reactions of the people around them were very interesting. They seemed very curious, but they did not show surprise at Xu Qianyi's actions. There were even many people watching Fu Yuhan.

"No." Wen Yu decided to see the situation.

"Oh," said Xu Qianyi, "then can I chase you?"

Now, Wen Yu found that there were more people looking at Fu Yuhan.

"It's OK, it's your freedom." Wen Yu said, "but I personally think it's not cost-effective to waste time on me."

"It's okay, I don't care. If you don't feel disturbed, then I'll do it." Xu Qianyi said with a smile and turned her head back.

Sun Wenrui turned his head quietly: "Brother Fu, let's interview your thoughts."

"What can I feel?" Fu Yu sneered coldly.

The subtle atmosphere in the classroom suddenly met the conversation you heard yesterday. Wen Yu reached out and patted Sun Wenrui and asked, "Sorry, is this girl the class beauty you mentioned yesterday?"

"Yes." Sun Wenrui laughed a little sarcastically, "Congratulations, our class beauty was chasing Brother Fu a while ago. Poor brother Fu, I have been in high school for two years and have never had a single partner."

Wen Yu estimated that Fu Yuhan would not feel "poor" because of this.

But he still smiled, reached out and pulled the schoolbag that he had never opened before, and took out something from it.

"That's it," Wen Yu's eyes narrowed with laughter, his voice soft and light, as if he was really a kind little angel. "Then I have to apologize to Fu Yuhan and make up for this."

He put a ball of purple on Fu Yuhan's table.

——It was the fluff doll Ghost Stone that he didn't take away yesterday.

Fu Yuhan's eyes drooped, and soon moved to the other person's face again, his voice pinching between his teeth: "Wen Yu."

"Um?"

"Does it make you happy when you find something?"

Wen Yu pretended to be thinking: "The experience is OK."

"If Yang Fan is not here, don't pretend to be gentle, respectful, frugal, or thrifty. Are you tired of living?"

Fu Yuhan said this very lightly. Apart from himself, Wen Yu, who was sitting next to him, might have heard it clearly. After saying that, he pulled out a big notebook from the drawer, stood up, and looked down at his new deskmate: "Do you know there is an empty building opposite the playground?"

His movement, expression, tone, and anyone who saw it looked like a war was about to break out. The students who had not had time to walk out of the classroom all turned their attention.

Wen Yu was not afraid of him at all, and nodded with a smile: "I understand now."

"I'll wait for you there after school." Fu Yuhan said, "Let's fight."

He is for that pocky, or perhaps for many open and dark fights in the past.

But in the afternoon, the entire senior high school learned about the two handsome guys in Class 6 preparing to make an appointment for the class beauty Xu Qianyi.

Wen Yu finally understood where Fu Yuhan's scandal came from.

Just the way this group of people in No. 3 Middle School spreads rumors, it would be a pity not to be an entertainment journalist.
Chapter completed!