The twelfth chapter is not to be a queen sister flower (12)
She wasn't the one who hit people, so why should they come to her?
Chen Fei clenched her hands until they felt tight and painful to remind herself to control her emotions and not leave any stain on her future.
The old classman pressed his hands down, "Okay, from now on we are all classmates in the same class and have plenty of time to chat. Luo Dongyi, put your things away. Cheng Wenjin, sit in the back row first, and then adjust your seat when the unified adjustment is made
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Zihua carried her schoolbag and walked to the back of the classroom.
It was a coincidence that she was transferred to Class 8. Zi Hua would not have transferred to another class specifically to take revenge on Chen Fei.
The original owner has no resentment against Chen Fei. As long as Chen Fei stops jumping around in front of her, she has no time to do anything to Chen Fei.
There are only four desks in the last row. The one on the right is empty. Further to the right is the back door. There is a pile of books on the desk.
The tables were two by two, and when she reached the back row, the tall boy on the right had already pushed the pile of books onto his table.
Zihua sat down, took out the newly received books from the book, and followed the example of other students in stacking them on the table.
Fortunately, the school had some spare textbooks, so she bought them when she went through the class transfer procedures.
After a while, the bell rang for the morning self-study get out of class, and Lao Bankong glared and left.
As soon as the old class member left, the classroom became noisy.
The topics discussed in twos and threes were basically related to Cheng Wenjin.
As a high school student, it is not so easy to accept a new person. All communication is private, and no one comes to Cheng Wenjin specifically.
Zihua opened the physics book and read the page carefully, but she didn't understand it.
When I opened the chemistry book again, it was the same, there was a lot of content that I couldn’t understand.
At home, she had memorized all the science books from the first year of high school that the original owner had almost forgotten, but she still couldn't remember what she was supposed to do.
Remembering is like storing copper coins in a vault, but the coins are all one by one and are not strung together with money strings. It is equivalent to memorizing things and storing them independently in the brain without being able to integrate them.
What she has fused is the memory of the original owner, not the soul of the original owner, so the training in academic thinking, creativity, etc. that the original owner received since elementary school cannot affect her consciousness.
The training of her consciousness in this area is like a blank slate. In a word: if she wants to understand the textbook, she must first learn to study.
If she is discouraged or frustrated, Zihua doesn't have the emotional reserve, so she just learns and will always build her own money chain subsystem and achieve a comprehensive understanding.
Luo Dongyi watched his new deskmate flipping through the books for a while and asked, "Aren't you a liberal arts student? Why did you transfer to our class?"
Zihua looked at him and saw that he was just curious, so she responded, "I want to study science."
Luo Dongyi:......
Why don't you study science and transfer to a science class? To be honest, I didn't tell you.
Yes, I guess he won't ask.
Luo Dongyi changed the question, "Can you keep up with the shift now?"
Yuhua: "I came to school because I couldn't keep up."
Luo Dongyi:......
Okay, here comes a topic terminator.
"Hahaha..." Lu Yang, who was sitting at the table in front of Luo Dongyi who had been listening with open ears, was amused. He laughed and slapped the table.
Zihua glanced at Lu Yangna, knowing that his smile was related to her, but she didn't know where the smile was, so she continued to flip through the book.
She plans to copy all the contents in the book into her mind, which will make it much easier to learn.
Luo Dongyi, who was choked twice, didn't want to talk to Zihua anymore. When he saw Zihua casually put the phone in the table hole, he kindly reminded him, "It's best not to put the phone in the table hole. Put it in your schoolbag."
If you take it out, the teacher will treat it as if you haven't brought it with you. Putting it in the desk hole is tantamount to provoking school rules."
After listening to the advice, Zihua thanked him and put her cell phone in her schoolbag.
Luo Dongyi glanced at Zihua a few more times. It wasn't because she was good-looking, although she was really good-looking, but because he felt that this person was different from the rumors.
Rumor has it that Cheng Wenjin appears to be stoic on the surface, but in fact he is very vain and money-worshiping. He doesn't like to talk, which means that he usually hangs out with classmates from ordinary families, and secretly hangs out with rich or powerful classmates.
It was all because Cheng Wenjin's eyes were so clean. Luo Dongyi didn't believe that someone with such clean eyes would be a vain money-worshiping girl.
Luo Dongyi was not the only one who felt that Cheng Wenjin was different from the rumors. Guan Shan couldn't help her curiosity and turned to face Zihua.
She was very close, sitting on the right side of Yuhua and a row forward. She stretched out her long arms and put her hands on the edge of Yuhua's table.
After catching Zihua's attention, he smiled at Zihua and said, "Hey Cheng Wenjin, is the person who came to school with you just now your mother?"
Zi Hua remembered that this girl was one of the people crowded in front of the window, and responded "yes".
"Ah, it's really your mother. She looks so young. She looks so much like you, especially her eyes. They are exactly the same."
Zihua looked at her and said, "I don't have plastic surgery."
Rumors about the original owner's plastic surgery focused on the original owner's eyes.
Cheng Qiuyun has never treated herself and her daughter poorly in terms of food and clothing. Cheng Wenjin has kept up with her nutrition since she was a child and has a good physical condition. She has never been thin but is not fat either. She only has baby fat on her face. With her large school uniform, she looks slim.
Fat look.
I started to have sex in the first half of the second semester of high school, and I gradually lost weight. However, because the baby fat on my face was not lost, and I wore school uniforms all day long, I couldn't show any changes.
During the summer vacation of his freshman year of high school, the original owner suddenly grew five centimeters taller, his baby fat disappeared, his facial lines became clear and distinct, and his facial features became refined.
The biggest change was in the eyes. When I woke up one morning, my single eyelids turned into big double eyelids.
Soon after her sophomore year of high school started, rumors about her plastic surgery began in the school.
After reading this memory several times, Zihua still doesn’t understand. Human beings claim to like beautiful things, but the original owner has become beautiful, so why is he no longer liked by others?
Even if the original owner really had plastic surgery and it didn't interfere with anyone's business, why should he be scolded as if he had done something scandalous?
It can't be said that I don't all like her, there are more chasing eyes from men, but there is nothing pure in those eyes, not to mention her, the original owner is disgusted.
After thinking for a while, Zi Hua added, "I'm hospitalized because I fought back against the attacker. I don't have anyone to be friends with."
The whispers made by classmates in the class were just as good as those discussed in front of Juhua. Thinking that she would stay in this class for a year, it would be best to live in peace, so she simply responded to the rumors about the original owner.
It was also because, with the exception of Chen Fei, none of the classmates in Class 8 had any ill intentions toward her. Of course, there were some who believed the rumors and had a bad impression of her, so that was not considered ill will.
Guan Shan opened her mouth in surprise at first, and then burst into laughter, "So you are like this Cheng Wenjin. You are so frank. Who will tell me you have a gloomy temper? Who am I to worry about?"
I also feel that you haven’t had plastic surgery. Most of your single eyelids become double eyelids when you grow up. I have an uncle in my hometown who only became double eyelids when he was 24 years old.
Those eyes, good guy, wish they were so big that they would make us cousins jealous... Hey, who is jealous of you and deliberately spreads your rumors? I think it should be, otherwise..."
Her old classmate stared at her with his big eyes at the back door, and with the sound of the bell ringing for class, Guan Shan couldn't say "otherwise" and obediently turned around and opened the math book she was going to study.