Wu Hanqing came over soon, in his fifties, he was serious and had a stern face. He felt as if he owed him millions.

After listening to the principal's order, Wu Hanqing looked at Yang Fei in surprise, but didn't say much, and said lightly: "Come with me."

Yang Fei whispered to Ma Feng: "Go to the car and wait for me."

Ma Feng agreed to leave.

Follow Wu Hanqing to the class.

There was a female teacher wearing glasses in her English class, facing the door, very thin and permed.

"Teacher Ouyang," Wu Hanqing knocked on the door lightly, "interrupted."

He introduced to Yang Fei again: "This is an English teacher, Ouyang Xue."

For some reason, Yang Fei suddenly thought of Jiang Xiaojia's dog, also named Xueer. Then, Teacher Ouyang's curly hair was a bit similar to Xueer's curly hair.

So, Yang Fei smiled.

"Teacher Wu?" Ouyang Xue turned her head, walked over, and looked at Yang Fei's eyes.

Yang Fei knew that it was very rude to laugh at this time.

However, he just laughed, and couldn't stop him. He thought he was finished. In the mind of Teacher Ouyang, he must have been thrown into a small dark room.

Ouyang Xue is about thirty years old and has a delicate face. She is a woman who loves fashion and knows how to take care of herself.

When we met for the first time, Yang Fei felt that she seemed familiar with each other.

Many people have seen it later, but Yang Fei is not impressed by it.

However, Ouyang Xue is a teacher at No. 1 Middle School and Yang Fei has never studied at No. 1 Middle School, how could he have an impression?

"Teacher Ouyang, this is Yang Fei, a new transfer student, who is involved in our class." Wu Hanqing introduced.

"Oh." Ouyang Xue nodded, looked at Yang Fei sternly, and said, "Come in."

Wu Hanqing pointed to the back row of the classroom: "There is an empty seat at the end, so you can sit in it. For textbooks, I'll find a set for you. You can read them with your classmates today."

In front of the students, Yang Fei walked to the last seat.

He looked around and looked at the whole class again, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

The girl who bumped into her on the playground just now was actually her classmate.

The girl was also surprised and looked at Yang Fei curiously. When she saw his gaze, she blushed and quickly moved her eyes away.

Ouyang Xue coughed lightly and said, "The new student in our class is Yang Fei. He will be classmates from now on. Let's help each other. Who can share the textbook with Yang Fei?"

Yang Fei was about to say, I just came to take a look, and I left now.

Suddenly, Ouyang Xue said: "Yang Fei transferred from another school. I will briefly talk about the rules of this class. You are not allowed to be late, you are not allowed to leave early, and you are not allowed to speak small words in class."

Well?

All right!

Once you come, you will be at peace.

At least, you have to finish this class before you can leave, right?

On the first day, I always have to give my teacher a face, right?

No one in the class took the initiative to share textbooks with Yang Fei.

Most of the students in the third year of high school are a little shy! Especially the students in the top class of No. 1 Middle School, they are all academic masters and bookworms!

Yang Fei smiled and pulled the chair closer to the girl. The wooden chair legs were dragged on the floor, making a harsh sound.

"Student, please lend your book to share." Yang Fei smiled.

"Oh." The girl blinked, her face blushing like a ripe apple.

"Hey, there are so many people behind you, why are you running to the front?" The girl's deskmate was a boy, staring at Yang Fei unfriendly.

"I only know her! If you don't believe it, ask her, have we met before?" Yang Fei looked for granted.

"Ning Xin, is he true?" the boy asked angrily.

"Ah?" Ning Xin lowered her head and nodded softly.

At this time, Ouyang Xue began to give a lecture.

Yang Fei was very close to Ning Xin. He smelled the aura emitted from her body, and was quiet and quiet, just like her, bright and restrained, like an orchid blooming alone in the valley.

There was a pen on the table. Yang Fei picked it up, opened her notebook, and wrote a few words.

Ning Xin put her hands on the desk and listened attentively, but her eyes were still moving with Yang Fei's pen.

He wrote: "Papaya skin soap, very refreshing."

The very beautiful running script is the most popular Pangzi style.

In 1993, Pang Zhonghua became the chairman of the my country Hard Pen Calligraphy Association, setting off a wave of hard pen calligraphy that was popular in my country.

Whether it is a cadre, a masses, or a student, they are proud to write a beautiful Pangzi calligraphy.

If you write a good handwriting, let alone get extra points in front of girls, you can get good scores even during the exam.

Ning Xin's eyes lit up, she was slightly surprised, and she was so restrained that she didn't speak.

Yang Fei smiled and wrote another line of words.

“Bee Flower Shampoo.”

Ning Xin's eyes shone again, with black and white eyes, turned around, looked at him, slightly embarrassed and annoyed, pointing to Ouyang Xue who was teaching on the stage.

Yang Fei shrugged and wrote two words: "Bored."

This time, Ouyang Xue finally noticed his small movement, and slapped a piece of chalk over and threw it accurately on Yang Fei and Ning Xin's desks.

Ning Xin was startled, her waist was straight, her heart was pounding, and she kept jumping.

"Yang Fei, what are you writing? I am about to explain the key points of grammar, have you listened to the class carefully?" Ouyang Xue walked over.

It was too late for Yang Fei to put away the homework book on the table.

"Papaya white skin soap, very fresh smell? Bee flower shampoo? Bored?" Ouyang Xue's face changed three times in a row, and she asked in a deep voice, "What are you writing about? Is my lectures very boring, right? Which school did you have in the past? Isn't it boring to teach there? Then why are you transferring to school?"

Yang Fei shut up rationally.

Ouyang Xue held the mirror frame and said, "At this time, you can transfer to our class, which shows that your family has some background. However, I will tell you! In our class, we don't look at your parents' background! We are competing for personal hard work and grades! If you fail the monthly exam, I will recommend the school to transfer to other classes! If you don't study, forget it, don't affect other students!"

The teachers of No. 1 Middle School are famous for their strictness and the teaching quality of No. 1 Middle School is also famous for their goodness.

It is not unreasonable that strict teachers produce high disciples.

Yang Fei still chose to remain silent.

At this moment, silence is gold.

After Ouyang Xue was angry, she walked back to the podium and continued to class.

According to reason, her lessons were really good. Yang Fei was a veteran and later studied English, and knew that she was a person with real talent and knowledge.

After finally ending the get out of class, Yang Fei let out a long sigh, said thank you to Ning Xin, lifted the chair and put it back in place.

From beginning to end, Ning Xin never said a word to him.

It seems that this is a very introverted girl.

The get out of class was only ten minutes after, and Ouyang Xue delayed the class for another three minutes. If Yang Fei didn't leave quickly, he wouldn't be able to escape.

The class ringtone rang.

This class was Ouyang Xue's English class. After a few minutes, she suddenly realized something was wrong and asked, "Where is the new Yang Fei?"

The whole class looked back and saw Yang Fei, no one answered.

"Ning Xin, where is Yang Fei?" Ouyang Xue asked.

"I don't know." Ning Xin stood up and replied, and sat down quickly.
Chapter completed!