Chapter 3584

Their sense of expectation faded, and the atmosphere was not as active as when they just knew that there were transferred students, with a trace of unspeakable subtlety.

"Scattered." someone waved his hand perfunctorily and sat back to his position, "class."

"I thought I could do something..."

"Really, it's not easy to transfer students."

Just then,

A bell rang and everyone returned to their seats.

This is math, the class teacher's class.

Five minutes later,

The teacher's door was pushed open.

Each student sat in his own position, and his eyes or curiosity or exploration fell at the door.

"Come in." they never heard Zhao Qian's kind voice. Zheng Boye got goose bumps with a smile, didn't they?

Behind Zhao Qian,

The young man calmly stepped into the classroom. His long legs were straight, his white shirt was cold and clean, and the watch buckled between his wrists was also simple and exquisite.

It's cold.

This is everyone's first impression.

The classroom seemed to be muted, and all the sounds were quiet.

"This is your new classmate." Zhao Qian smiled brightly and said to ranbai, "introduce yourself."

"Jingbai." the young man stood in front of the podium and said that he could see a bit of a person's cultivation and character from his standing posture. The person in front of him was undoubtedly the most standard answer. He stood very straight and disciplined. The sunlight outside the window leaked through the staggered branches and leaves, sprinkled on the floor of the classroom, and jumped all over the ground. His silhouette fell there, slender and clean.

The young man's appearance is exquisite, clear and meaningful. He is cold like the moonlight on the winter night. He looks at them with his eyes. The sound line is cold and clean: "give me more advice."

Clearly speaking words of advice, it looks like a benchmark. The aura is silent and oppressive, mixed with a sense of danger of indifference in the bones of silence.

How to put it?

Say he is a good student. No one doesn't believe it.

Say he's a school bully. He doesn't even have a sense of disobedience.

After a few strange seconds, the atmosphere spread infinitely to a subtle point.

"Lying trough." I don't know who burst out a rude remark.

But obviously, they are in a state of crash.

"Zheng Boye!" the deliberately pressed voice brought some incredible surprise and anger: "is that what you said? Is it OK?"

"If it's OK, it won't let people live!"

"Fuck."

"My God, this face... Can compare with Sugo."

"It looks a little cold."

Zheng Boye told them before that they have automatically added an ordinary image in their hearts, and the sense of expectation is naturally much less, but now the people standing in front are completely two extremes?!

If Zheng Boye hadn't said those words, they wouldn't be so shocked now.

Zheng Boye, who was glared at by the crowd: "

Quiet as a chicken.

He can't turn his head now, that is, he is very confused, ignorant and suspicious of life.

This is not the person you saw in the office!!

Why did you suddenly change a transfer student.

No matter how noisy the classroom is, the teenager always looks calm and indifferent. If it is not for his youth, he is more like a senior student or a teacher when he stands there.

"Teacher, the person I just saw... Isn't it!" Zheng Boye couldn't help but say something.

God knows he is really wronged!!

"Oh, this." Zhao Qian saw Zheng Boye and explained, "it's a coincidence. The two transfer students from our school this year are in our class. Jingbai was not there just now. You didn't see him."

"..." Zheng Boye became autistic.

Two knocks at the door.

Another man came in, "teacher."

The boy is carrying a schoolbag and has good facial features. His repaired hairstyle and trendy clothes add a lot of points to him. He smiles shallow and has a proud temperament.

This is the person Zheng Boye saw in the office.

Someone glanced at the pair of shoes that the boy was stepping on. Good guy, there are at least thousands of shoes of this brand.

"Hey." the head teacher waved to Zhou Cheng and let people in. His fat body and smiling Buddha like face made him look like a cat for money.

Zhou Cheng walked in with a hook in his mouth, facing all the students in the class, "Hello, I'm Zhou Cheng, from linxu private high school."

No. 1 middle school is a key high school in Jiangcheng, while linxu private high school is not in Jiangcheng, but it has a good reputation and is no less than No. 1 middle school.

Sparse applause broke out under the podium.

"It's fate for you two to come on the same day, and you'll be classmates in the future. Get along well." the head teacher patted Zhou Cheng's shoulder, and then patted ran Bai as if he wanted to appease him. But somehow the young man turned his side eyes and his eyebrows seemed to snow all year round. Inexplicably, Zhao Qian's action stopped, his hands stopped in mid air, and took them back as if nothing had happened, He coughed with his lips covered.

When Zhou Cheng heard the speech, his eyes stayed on the boy for a moment. After passing that face, he smiled very lightly: "hello."

The man nodded slightly.

"There are two seats in the back of the class. You discuss who will sit." Zhao Qian's eyes swept around the classroom and finally looked at the last row of teenagers sleeping on their stomach. Because they didn't wear school uniforms and were low and fierce, they were particularly conspicuous. He frowned slightly and sighed at the bottom of his heart.

"The second semester of senior high school is almost a month away from the holiday, and then the beginning of senior high school is the third year of senior high school. I hope you can adjust your state and keep up with the progress. If you don't understand anything, you can ask teachers and students. Then there will be a monthly test in No. 1 middle school a week later, and you will be rearranged according to your grades."

There are only two vacant seats in the class, one is the last row and the other is the penultimate row.

Zhou Cheng looked at him quickly. He was obviously reluctant to sit in the back, especially in the last row. What good students can there be? Maybe it will affect his study, not to mention it looks bad to provoke, why should he touch that bad luck.

Zhou Cheng thought clearly in his heart, so he grabbed the first opportunity, walked directly to the position in the penultimate row, put his schoolbag on the chair, and then said to ranbai, "can I sit here, classmate?"

"Whatever." the young man was cold and didn't respond at all, and his words were brief and comprehensive. For him, it didn't make any difference where he sat. After spitting out two words, he went straight to the last row, with his eyebrows and eyes restrained and no expression.

Zhou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and sat down, with a little gloating disdain at the bottom of his heart.

In the back row near the wall, the boy who openly sleeps is particularly eye-catching. He can't see his face clearly in the shadow of light. The contour line is unique to young people. Even his sleeping appearance is difficult to provoke. No matter how noisy the class is or who comes, he never looks up and is not interested at all.