Group 3, Class 3A, is this one. She stood at the door and looked at the words posted on the door. Although she grew up abroad, her Mandarin seems to be pretty good. It can be said that she can barely recognize these words.
"Teacher, do I really want to transfer to this class?" She turned around and asked the teacher standing next to her. Really, she moved her feet from time to time. Everything here is uncomfortable, even the teacher is ugly.
"Yes, Fujiwara, this was arranged by the principal himself." The teacher smiled and nodded, not noticing the contempt in the girl's eyes, and then led her in.
As soon as they walked in, the noisy classroom suddenly became completely quiet. Everyone looked at the extremely beautiful girl standing on the podium.
"She's so beautiful. I heard that a strange blond-haired beauty appeared in school today. She's a transfer student. That's her. She's so beautiful. Is she a mixed race?" The students were all talking quietly.
Yinyu raised her head. She was still reciting phonetic words. The sudden silence made her a little strange. Was it the teacher?
She also naturally looked at the girl standing in front of her. She was really a beautiful girl. Then for some reason, she glanced at Atobe Keigo who was sitting next to her. She saw him looking straight ahead because of the appearance of that girl.
, there seems to be a charming smile on the corner of the lips
At this moment, her heart stung a bit. Really, did she like it?
Lowering his head, he successfully blocked the sadness that unconsciously appeared in his eyes.
"Hello everyone, my name is Fujiwara Yumi. I just came back from France. Today is the first day of class. Please take care of me." The crisp voice and polite words immediately made everyone like her more.
"Okay, Fujiwara-san, you can find a seat by yourself," the teacher said to her kindly.
"Thank you, teacher, I understand. She smiled slightly." Her angelic smile immediately gained her a large army of fans.
There was a voice in everyone's heart, this is the princess, the real princess
After walking off the stage, she walked around and stopped in front of a table. However, this table was for two people. She looked at the arrogant young man sitting on the chair. He was looking at her just now, so naturally she also
I know, but she could see that there was no trace of surprise or admiration in this person's eyes. He just looked at her and thought she was a commodity? However, he looks really good.
"Hey, I want to ask you what your name is." The arrogant tone is exactly like someone else's.
There was an uproar in the class. She actually dared to call herself Miss Ben in front of Atobe. Doesn’t she want to live?
And Atobe Keigo just looked at her with a half-smile. He put one hand on the table, the hand holding his chin, his index finger perfectly bent, caressing the tear mole under the corner of his upper eye, and raised the corner of his mouth.
It can be said to be perfect, with just the right curvature. The purple-grey hair lightly touched the corner of his eye due to the movement of the fingers, and it was as soft as a feather, causing a faint purple halo. I don't know what it was that quietly touched it.
There were light purple ripples in his eyes, filled with unknown deep meanings.
"Hey, I'm asking you, are you mute?" Ikumi Fujiwara felt uncomfortable all over her body, and what made her even more depressed was that she actually felt her face was a little hot, and she knew it without looking.
How red is it?
What was this damn guy doing with such a bright smile? She really wanted to hit him in the face with her schoolbag.