Song Qianqian shook his head, "I am a poor student."
That's serious.
Fang Xingge's eyes almost popped out of his head. Someone who got perfect scores in the International Mathematics Competition said he was a poor student?!
"As expected, he was appointed by the school director. He is such a humble and good boy!" Fang Xingge was happy and fond of him from the bottom of his heart.
This child looks small and well-behaved at first glance, who wouldn't like it?
"Please let Song Jinuan go to class first. I want to talk to you about something else." Song Qianqian looked at him.
Fang Xingge thought for a moment, and then he went.
Not long after, a female teacher came. She was tall and thin, wearing a beige mid-length skirt, but her lipstick was too bright.
"This is Li Hongyan, the head teacher of Class 167. Our grade is notoriously strict. When it comes to class style, her class has no choice!" Fang Xingge said with a smile.
"Director, is this the new transfer from my class?" Li Hongyan looked at Song Jinuan.
Fang Xingge nodded, "Please take good care of me."
Li Hongyan nodded, patted Song Jinuan's shoulder, said hello to the director, and led her out.
Song Qianqian asked Earl Song to go back.
When there was no one in the director's office, she looked at Fang Xingge and said, "Director, I don't want all my classmates to know about my affairs, so I can just enter the school as an ordinary repeater."
After all, finishing the international competition papers for Haicheng No. 1 Middle School was a bit of a limelight, so she still preferred to keep a low profile.
Fang Xingge smiled after hearing this and said, "Great! Humble and low-key, good character!"
"Then I will take you to a cram school?"
There are only two cram schools in Haicheng, one for liberal arts and one for science.
She nodded and followed to class.
Regardless of this cram school, the students in the class are all senior students from Haicheng High School in the previous year. They may not have been admitted to a good university, but they probably feel that their grades are not good enough and they need to study for another year.
In other words, there are no outsiders.
Therefore, when a repeater student suddenly appeared and really intervened, the repulsion directly overflowed from his eyes.
Song Qianqian didn't let Director Fang say more, so she simply explained a few words to the head teacher and left.
"You go find a seat and sit down first." Liao Fang, the head teacher, raised her chin, her attitude was casual, and she didn't even bother to address her.
Song Qianqian didn't care, turned towards the corner of the last row, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Liao Fang took a look and thought, what kind of good student could he be if he sat in that seat? He was just thinking about dawdling!
I don’t know what the principal thinks, but she actually recruited such a student. Doesn’t this lower the quality of her class?
It would be better if she couldn't survive the college entrance examination.
People came in one after another in the class.
Song Qianqian put down her schoolbag and lowered her head to tinker with the watch on her lap. When the chair next to her was pulled away, she frowned.
Can we still have tablemates in this place?
She looked up and saw that many seats were empty, "Do you have to sit here?"
The person pulling the chair was timid to begin with, but when he heard her hostile voice, he retracted his hand and stood there dryly.
Song Qianqian glanced at the empty seats in front and found that those students either put boiling water on the stools or put double-sided tape there.
Obviously rejecting this classmate.
Others looked back and laughed, covering their mouths and snickering, "How dare that coward really come here?"
“Trash from Haicheng No. 1 Middle School!”
Song Qianqian raised her eyebrows as she listened.
She lowered her eyebrows again and saw that the boy's hands were extremely thin and white, with extremely long joints. Was he a boy?
The reason why it's a question mark is because his timid appearance really doesn't look like a boy.
What's even more exaggerated is that she raised her head and looked at the boy's face. When the boy saw her appearance, he was so frightened that he sat on the ground!
Now Song Qianqian is not happy. She is recognized as stunning in the three realms of gods, immortals and mystics. Even if it is not that face, she is not that bad?
"Am I ugly?" She looked at the boy displeased.
The boys didn't dare to look at her anymore, shook their heads and stepped aside.
She's not ugly, but she almost killed him back then, that's all. Unexpectedly, it's been two years since he transferred to another school, and he still hasn't been able to escape her!
The boys were looking for another place, but obviously they all rejected him.
Song Qianqian inhaled slightly. Seeing his look, she was both pitiful and angry. She put away the watch screen and waved, "Come and sit."
The boy glanced at her and saw that she was gesturing like a puppy. He didn't want to go there, otherwise he wouldn't know how he died.
He won’t read this book anymore!
As soon as the boy gritted his teeth, he ran away!
Song Qianqian's eyelids tightened.
"Oh my God!" The class suddenly became quiet, and then everyone exclaimed.
I saw the skinny boy running a few steps, but the girl in the corner somehow managed to get past him and grabbed the boy's collar by the back of his neck.
The key is! You almost brought people up!?
Although the boy is thin, he is taller than her. She is so thin and small... That scene is so weird.
Song Qianqian ignored others and grabbed him directly back to his seat.
After a while, she frowned slightly and looked at the boy: "What are you doing standing still? Introduce yourself."
The boy trembled his lips but said nothing. His eyes said: I... still need an introduction?
Song Qianqian understood and said slightly, "Do I know you?"
Specifically, did the former vicious eldest lady Song Qianqian know him?
She suddenly thought that the boy's expression when he saw her just now was as if he had seen a ghost, so he probably guessed it right.
"I don't remember." She said calmly.
I really don’t remember. Miss Gu Song Qianqian was doing a lot of evil at that time. How can I remember coming here?
When she said she didn't remember, the boy seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Then he took the paper and handed it to her after writing "shuashua".
"Chu Feng Jie." Song Qianqian read the name with a hint of amazement in her eyes.
This is a very special and nice name. Why is this person... timid, timid, and introverted?
She put down the paper and tried to be nice, "Are you mute?"
Chu Fengjie shook his head.
"Since it's not the case, you should introduce yourself. You can't just write it when you meet people in the future, right? Then how do you deal with others?"
Song Qianqian looked at him, her eyes encouraging him to speak out.
Chu Fengjie still shook his lips and said "I, I, I" for a long time.
Song Qianqian sighed in her heart, what evil had she done in the past? Such a good-looking boy was bullied by her and became autistic?
"Quiet!" Liao Fang, the head teacher, came back. "Our classmates are all here. Shall we introduce ourselves?"
There was a lot of dissatisfaction among the people below, "How do you introduce me? Who doesn't know anyone yet?"
They are all from the previous session!
Except Song Qianqian.
But Liao Fang really skipped this step and only asked her to introduce herself at her seat.
She only said: "My name is Song Qianqian, the Qian of billionaires."
"Pfft!" Someone snickered.
"Two psychopaths sitting together!"
After she sat down, Liao Fang clapped her hands on the board and said, "Let me tell you one thing. Everyone knows that Haicheng No. 1 Middle School has a convention to hold a sports meeting before the school starts. I will send out the project forms in a moment. Everyone is encouraged to sign up!"
A table contains more than ten sports, and Liao Fang requires that at least one person or a group of people participate in each one.
When it was Song Qianqian's turn, she glanced at it, ticked [shoot], and then handed it to the group on the right.
As a result, when the people behind her looked at the items she checked, they felt as if they had seen a ghost.
"Is she crazy?"
"Never died?"
"As expected, he's new here, just waiting to be killed!"