Soon, Jiang Tang's name was added to the roster of Class Nine.
Ke Jun gave her the school uniform, paused, and said hesitantly: "If you want to change classes, you can ask grandpa."
After all, she is very capable, and the last thing Grandpa wants is for her talents to be buried.
Jiang Tang nodded casually, but didn't seem to take it seriously.
Seeing this, Ke Jun said nothing more, "I'll take you for a walk around the school."
This is also what grandpa told me.
Before Jiang Tang could say anything, He Chen refused and said, "No, I'll take her there, you go and do your work."
Hearing this, Ke Jun was startled for a moment, glanced at him subconsciously, and quickly nodded, his tone became much more relaxed, "Then I'll trouble you, senior."
He Chen nodded casually and left with Jiang Tang.
After walking a few steps, he asked casually, "Why do you want to go to Class 9?"
The students in Class 9 are either rich or noble, but they are all playboys with bad personalities. They are either unable to study or are abandoned by their families.
You didn't get admitted through college entrance exams at all, but because your family donated money and rented a building. After the college entrance examination, you went directly to study abroad to make money, just to look good.
Class 9 is an outlier among elites.
He has always been disliked by other classes.
He didn't expect Jiang Tang to go to Class 9.
Jiang Tang shrugged and shook the coin in his hand, "I don't know either. I figured it out and it said I should go to Class 9."
It was still a lucky hexagram. She felt that a place like this might be able to increase her merit.
When I think about it, of course I won't refuse.
Hearing this, He Chen glanced at the copper plate in her hand and nodded slightly.
What she calculated will never be wrong.
Most people can't go to Class 9, but that's not necessarily the case for her.
The worries in his heart dissipated a little, and He Chen stopped talking and walked around the school with her. Finally, when he reached the downstairs of the dormitory, he stopped.
"I'm leaving first. If you need anything, come to me anytime."
"Okay." Jiang Tang smiled and waved to him, then pinched the cheeks of the two little guys, "Goodbye."
He Miao held her hand, a little reluctant to let go, but in the end he said obediently: "Goodbye, beautiful sister. If you need anything, you can call me."
With that said, she shook the phone watch on her wrist, exchanged contact information with her, and then left with satisfaction.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly asked He Chen: "Third uncle, why are you here to accompany your beautiful sister to school today?"
I just sent her over and left without doing anything.
He Chen glanced at her and said nothing.
He Sen quietly leaned into her ear and said, "Support me."
support?
He Miao repeated his words in confusion, why are you supporting her? Could someone bully a beautiful sister?
Oh, yes, it is true. The bad aunt I just met at the school gate wants to bully the beautiful sister. It's really annoying.
She wrinkled her nose angrily, took He Chen's hand and said, "Uncle Third, from now on we will often visit our beautiful sister and give her more support so that others will never dare to bully her again!"
She originally thought that He Chen would ignore her, but unexpectedly, he just said "hmm".
The voice was not loud, but the words were spoken clearly.
He Miao and He Sen looked at each other, their eyes widened with shock.
After a few seconds, He Miao realized what she was doing and couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing secretly.
She seems to know Uncle San’s little secret!
It was the first day of school, and there were a lot of people coming and going. Jiang Tang followed the flow of people to the sixth floor and stopped at the door of dormitory 609.
Yingcai has many wealthy parents, and the annual donations are astronomical. The school also spends all this money on students. The teaching facilities are excellent, and even the dormitories are much larger than those in other schools.
Correspondingly, the number of dormitories on each floor is not many, only sixteen, divided into east and west sides with the door as the center line.
Jiang Tang's dormitory is the first one on the east side, and this side is also filled with classmates from Class 9.
Compared to the quietness in the west, it seems much livelier here, with endless laughter and music.
Especially the one in front of her.
She touched her chin and raised her eyebrows slightly. It seemed that her roommates were very lively.
Thinking about it, she opened the door.
The sound of music came out instantly.
The colored lights above her head illuminated the entire dormitory red and green, but it also allowed her to see clearly the two people inside.
One was wearing smoky makeup and exaggerated earrings, and was dancing to the music.
The other one was lighting a desk lamp and looking down at a book.
The two extremes do not interfere with each other, and there is some inexplicable harmony within them.
"Who?"
Peng Le also felt the door open, and turned around impatiently. When he saw the ginger candy at the door, he was stunned and asked doubtfully: "Who are you?"
He is quite good-looking, with a smile on his lips, a good temper, and clear eyes, and he can make him cry with just one punch.
It's incompatible with their dormitory.
I thought she had gone to the wrong place, but unexpectedly she walked in and said with a smile: "Hello, my name is Jiang Tang, and I am your roommate."
"ha?"
Peng Le opened his eyes in disbelief, turned off the music, and picked his ears, "What did you say?"
Ginger Sugar repeated.
At this moment, even Song Chun, who was sitting inside reading a book, raised her head, and Jiang Tang also saw her appearance.
She has fair skin, gentle facial features, and a slightly flat nose, but she reveals the pure temperament of a girl next door. Her long, straight black hair is draped smoothly on her shoulders, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes are watery, as if they have hooks.
, the corners of the lips are curved upward, and the whole person looks very gentle.
When his eyes fell on the green light above her head, Jiang Tang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
"Damn." Peng Le couldn't help but cursed and looked at her with suspicion, "You? Our roommate? From Class 9?"
Three words in a row are in a questioning tone.
I don't blame her, she just doesn't look like it.
Although her temperament is a bit similar to Song Chun, Song Chun...
Hey, in short, there is no place for a little white rabbit in their ninth class.
Seeing her nodding, she looked at her with a strange expression, "Are you a transfer student?"
It is difficult for transfer students in their school to get into. They are either super rich or super academics. I don't know which situation she belongs to.
Jiang Tang nodded, "Yes."
As she said that, she walked to the only empty seat in the dormitory, looked at the empty bed above, and suddenly remembered something.
She forgot to buy a bedding.
Just as I was thinking about it, someone knocked on the door again.
Two women in professional attire stood at the door. There was a nameplate hanging on the brooch, which said a certain home furnishing store. She smiled and said: "Hello, classmates, does Jiang Tang live here?"
Peng Le and Song Chun both looked at Jiang Tang.
Looking for her?
Jiang Tang took a step forward, "I am."
Seeing her, their eyes lit up and they strode in, "Hello, classmate Jiang, we are employees of xx Home Furnishings. Mr. He bought a four-piece set from us and asked us to deliver it to you. Your bed is here
Wherever you go, we’ll lay it out for you right now.”
As he said that, he glanced around and found the location accurately.
He came over immediately, and within three to five minutes, he quickly made the bed.
Immediately, a few more people came in, and they all had washbasins, toothbrushes, towels, and bath towels.
Almost nothing is missed.
Seeing this scene, Song Chun and Peng Le also looked at each other.