Chapter 3588: The Enemy Is Actually My Online Dating Object (4)

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The sense of anticipation in their hearts has faded, and the atmosphere is not as active as when they just found out that a transfer student is coming, with a trace of indescribable subtlety.

"It's gone." Someone waved his hand perfunctorily, and sat back in his seat, "Let's go to class."

"I thought what could be done..."

"Really, it's hard to get a transfer student."

Just at this moment,

The class bell rang, and everyone returned to their seats.

This section is mathematics, class teacher's class.

five minutes later,

The teacher's door was pushed open.

All the students sat in their seats, and their eyes fell on the door curiously or inquiringly.

"Come in quickly." They had never heard Zhao Gan's kind voice before, his smile made Zheng Boye's skin crawl, right?

After Zhao Qian's death,

The young man stepped into the classroom calmly, with straight legs, a cool and clean white shirt, and a simple and delicate wrist watch.

very cold.

This is everyone's first impression.

The classroom seemed to be muted, and all sounds fell silent.

"This is your new classmate." Zhao Qian said with a hearty smile, and said to Ranbai, "Let me introduce myself."

"Jing Bai." Standing in front of the podium, the young man said that a person's self-cultivation and strength of character can be seen from his standing posture. The person in front of him is undoubtedly the most standard answer. The sunlight leaked through the interlaced branches and leaves and sprinkled on the classroom floor, mottled and jumped all over the ground, and his silhouette was cast there, slender and clean.

The young man's appearance is exquisite, clean and dusty, as deserted as the moonlight on that winter night, looking at them with slightly lowered eyes, his voice is cold and clean: "Please advise me."

He was obviously talking about teaching, but he looked like a benchmark, his aura was silent and oppressive, mixed with a sense of danger that was silent in his bones and tended to be indifferent.

how to say.

Say he is a good student, no one will believe it.

Say he is a school bully, but he doesn't feel any sense of disobedience.

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

"Fuck." Someone swears.

But obviously, they were all in a dead state.

"Zheng Boye!" The deliberately suppressed voice was full of unbelievable surprise and anger: "This is what you said is good-looking?!"

"If it's all right,

Also let people live! "

"Hold."

"Oh my god, this face...can be compared with Xu Ge."

"It looks a little cold."

Zheng Boye told them that before, they had already automatically imagined an ordinary image in their hearts, so the sense of expectation was naturally much less, but now the people standing in front of them are completely two extremes, right? !

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

Zheng Boye, who was glared at by everyone: "..."

Quiet as a chicken.

He's a little confused right now, that is, he's very dazed, confused, and suspicious of life.

Obviously it wasn't this person I saw in the office! !

Why did he suddenly change to a transfer student?

No matter how commotion was in the classroom, the boy remained expressionless, standing quietly and indifferently on the podium, if it wasn't for his young age, when he stood there he looked more like a senior or a teacher.

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"Teacher, the person I saw just now...isn't it either!" Zheng Boye couldn't help but aggrieved and said.

God knows he was really wronged! !

"Oh, this." Zhao Qian glanced at Zheng Boye and explained: "It's a coincidence that the two transfer students from our school this year are both in our class. You didn't see him when Jing Bai was away just now."

"..." Zheng Boye shut himself up.

There were two knocks on the door.

Another person came in, "Teacher."

The boy was carrying a schoolbag and had good facial features. His trimmed hairstyle and trendy designer clothes gave him a lot of points. He smiled lightly and had a haughty air.

This is the person Zheng Boye saw in the office.

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

"Hey." The head teacher beckoned to Zhou Cheng and let people in. His fat figure and smiling Buddha-like face made him look like a beckoning cat.

Zhou Cheng walked in generously, with the corner of his mouth curled up, facing all the students in the class, "Hi everyone, I'm Zhou Cheng, from Linxu Private High School."

No. 1 Middle School is a key high school in Jiangcheng, and Linxu Private High School is not in Jiangcheng, but it has a good reputation and is no less than No. 1 Middle School.

There was sparse applause from under the podium.

"The two of you can be regarded as destined. You came on the same day. You will be classmates in the future. Get along well." The head teacher patted Zhou Cheng's shoulder, and then patted Ranbai again as if to comfort him, but somehow he was a young man. Looking sideways, his brows seemed to be snowed all year round, inexplicably making Zhao Gan stop, his hand stopped in mid-air, and then he retracted it as if nothing had happened, covered his lips and coughed.

Zhou Cheng heard the words, his eyes stayed on the young man for a moment, and after glancing at that face, he smiled lightly: "Hello."

The man nodded slightly.

"Two seats are vacated at the back of the class. Discuss who will sit where." Zhao Gan glanced around the classroom, and finally looked at the boy who was sleeping on his stomach in the last row. Li, so it was particularly conspicuous, he frowned slightly, and sighed in his heart.

"The next semester of the second semester of senior high school is almost a month away, and the next semester will be 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 your teachers and classmates. Then there will be a monthly meeting in No. 1 Middle School a week later. You will be re-arranged according to your grades."

There are only two vacancies in the class, one is the last row and the other is the third row from the bottom.

Zhou Cheng took a quick look. He was obviously unwilling to sit in the back, especially in the last row. What good student could he have? Maybe it will affect his study, not to mention that it doesn't seem easy to provoke, so why should he touch that bad luck.

Zhou Cheng thought clearly in his heart, so he seized the opportunity, walked directly to the third-to-last row, put his schoolbag on the chair, and then said to Ranbai: "Then classmate, can I sit here?"

"Whatever." The young man was cold, without any reaction, and his words were concise and indifferent. For him, it didn't matter where he sat. After uttering two words, he walked straight to the direction of the last row, with his eyebrows closed, expressionless.

Zhou Cheng heaved a sigh of relief and sat down, still feeling a little gloating and disdainful in his heart.

In the back row against the wall, the blatantly sleeping young man is particularly eye-catching. He can't see his face clearly in the shadow of the light. No matter how noisy, or someone came, I never saw him look up, with a completely uninterested attitude.