When Zhang Xuan appeared at the door of the international class classroom, the class teacher's class meeting was in the middle of the session.
Her arrival made many boys in the classroom laugh, and a few booed and whistled.
"Hello, teacher, I'm sorry, I'm late." The girl's voice was sweet, and her apology sounded sincere.
She was carrying her schoolbag and stood obediently at the door.
She was neatly dressed in a well-tailored Dean School uniform, a white shirt, a miniskirt, black stockings wrapped around her slender legs, black mid-heeled leather shoes, clean and not stained with any dust, and a long, smooth head.
Her hair is hung loosely on her thin back, her face is fair, and her facial features are small.
That is a typical first love face, the kind that could be filmed in a youth idol drama. A shy smile can make people like her.
The most outstanding thing about her face is a pair of slightly round almond eyes. When she looks at people, she seems to be able to speak, and she is drowning in spring water.
As expected of a beauty who has been famous since junior high school at Diyin Public School, students in the class who didn't know Zhang Xuan couldn't help but secretly admire her when they saw her.
The class teacher, being a pretty girl, was very happy when he saw the little beauty, so he smiled and welcomed her into the classroom.
Zhang Xuan did not come in immediately, but hesitated at the door of the classroom.
As soon as she hesitated, some students in the class looked towards the third row of the fourth group in the classroom.
It was also the first time for the head teacher to see Zhang Xuan. He was not as familiar with her as her old classmates. He asked with some confusion: "Why don't you come in?"
Zhang Xuan smiled sheepishly at the teacher: "Sorry."
After saying that, she entered the classroom and stood at the desk in the third row of the fourth group. "Classmate, I'm sorry, can I come over next to you?"
She said to the boy who was sitting in her seat and looking down at the book on the table.
Her voice is sweet and gentle. A boy can't help but look up and feel soft after hearing her voice.
However, the boy in front of her did not raise his head to look at her, he just lowered his head and moved his stool forward.
He really just gave her his seat.
Zhang Xuan has a sweet voice. She was always treated like a little princess by the boys in school. When did she see a boy be so indifferent to her?
She thought: "I'm afraid if I'm not a new student, I've never seen myself."
After she sat down in her seat and the class teacher continued the class meeting, she turned to look at the boy next to her and said softly: "Hello, my name is Zhang Xuan, what is your name?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was stunned when she saw the profile of the boy next to her.
The boy's side face, jawline is clear and smooth, nose is straight, and the curvature of the face, from the forehead to the chin, is as delicate as a sculpture. It is the kind that Nuwa eccentrically carved when she created the human being.
As long as the eyes are not stretched, this is an impeccably handsome face.
The young man has a very special temperament, his whole body is as cold as the frost on the maple branches in late autumn, cold and proud.
She spoke to him nicely, but he turned his head to look at her without saying a word.
Zhang Xuan also had her own pride. She did not say another sentence, but turned around and pretended to listen to the class teacher attentively, but in fact, half of her mind was on the new classmate next to her.
The head teacher of the international class finished explaining the key points to be told to the students at the beginning of the school year. Next, the class meeting came to the stage where the whole class introduced themselves.
I know many of the students in the international class.
So they started making noises: "Teacher, we all know many of us, so why don't we go to the stage to introduce ourselves? It's too embarrassing. Why don't we just let the students who have transferred from other schools go up and introduce themselves?"
"Yes, yes." The former students of Diyin Public School unanimously approved this proposal.
The head teacher of the international class considered herself to be very democratic (she could not help being undemocratic in front of a group of second-generation ancestors), so she smiled and asked several students who were not students of Dean College: "Would you like to come up and introduce yourself first?
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Although she was asking all the junior high school students in the class who were not from Dean School, her eyes actually fell on Shi Wangyue with hints of encouragement.
After all, he was the top scorer in the city's high school entrance examination, and he was so good-looking. It was really hard for her not to look at him twice, and at the same time, she hoped that he could take the lead and set an example in the class.
When Shi Wangyue was looked at by her, he neither said he was willing nor said he was unwilling, and just let her look at him with a calm and silent face.
In this atmosphere, other students in the class were embarrassed for their old class.
At the same time, in this short class meeting, all the students in the international class knew that this boy who was very good-looking and unfamiliar to them was not very easy to talk to and could be called aloof.
She watched in silence for a long time without getting a response from the boy, and the head teacher herself was a little embarrassed. Soon she turned her head and directly called his name, and asked a short-haired, tall and thin girl not far away from Shi Wangyue to get up and come on stage to introduce herself.
"Zhuang Yijing, you didn't go to school at Diyin before. Are you willing to go on stage to let the classmates get to know you?"
The students in the international class saw this short-haired girl named Zhuang Yijing take the stage with a bright smile on her face.
"Hello everyone, my name is Zhuang Yijing. I am female and I like men. Please take good care of me in the future."
The tall and thin girl had a bright smile and a cheerful personality. After introducing herself generously, she stepped off the stage with a smile on her face.
It started with a new classmate, and then other freshmen introduced themselves to the whole class.
Some of them introduced themselves on stage, while others introduced themselves while standing on their seats.
Shi Wangyue was the last one to get up. He stood on his seat and looked ahead calmly, and said five words: "I am Shi Wangyue."
After saying that, he sat down.
He said nothing except his own name, and other students had a new understanding of his reticence.
However, even though he was so taciturn, the classmates in the class still knew from the enthusiastic introduction from the class teacher that he was the top scorer in the high school entrance examination who was recruited from No. 3 Middle School by the school at a huge expense. He was one or two younger than the rest of the class.
He is not yet 15 years old, he skipped a grade in elementary school, and he still ranks first in the exam every year.
"It turns out he is the god of learning. No wonder he is so cold and cold."
After listening to the class teacher's additional introduction, the students in the international class who had originally thought that the boy was not gregarious and difficult to talk to because he was too cold and had some dislike for him, immediately found the reason why the boy was so cold and treated him accordingly.
His indifference is no surprise.
Xue Shen, after all, has a bit of personality.
What's more, he is such a good-looking and young scholar?!1314
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