You know, I am a world-class investigator. I have a lot of private money. Let’s not forget about myself. Although my mother and father are not big entrepreneurs, they can be regarded as high-level white-collar workers. I am a little incredible.
Looking at him, where in me do I look like I am too poor to pay for a taxi?
"What do you think?"
He asked me a question, and then walked towards the teaching building.
"Hey!! Don't leave! Tell me clearly! Where is my poverty?"
I won't catch up with him soon, and I don't plan to let him go so easily.
"It's already half past ten!!"
He suddenly turned around and pointed at the expensive watch on his wrist.
Oh my god!! It’s already half past ten!! I ran away, it’s all his damned fault! I wasted so much time!!
The mysterious man told me last night that my classroom is in Grade 18, Grade 1, but where is Grade 18? There are so many classes here, how can I find them!!
Huh? This is Class 1, Grade 1, and Class 8 should be nearby! I looked quickly with my eyes, ah! Found it!!
Standing in front of the classroom door of Grade 18, I can completely hear the noise inside, it’s almost like an explosion!
I pushed the door open and walked in. Huh? Where is the teacher in the classroom?
Oh...get out of class is probably over...
I stood in the classroom, looking around to see if there were any seats. At this time, many classmates had already attracted the attention. They all looked at me and talked about me. I blushed and continued to look. Why do you keep looking at me? But there are so many people.
Looking at it, I feel a little embarrassed...
After looking around many times, I finally found that there was an open seat in a corner of the last row. I quickly walked over and sat down...
"Bell..." The class bell rang.
At this time, a female teacher with black eyes walked in, walked to the podium, cleared her throat, and said: "Okay, students, please be quiet, we are in class!!"
The classroom was still noisy. It was obvious that no one paid attention to the teacher's words. The teacher seemed to be used to it. He shook his head helplessly, picked up the textbook, and started talking by himself...
The students below simply ignored the teacher and continued to play their own way...
What kind of school is this!!
I sat in my seat, picked up a book out of boredom, and flipped through it casually. I accidentally overheard what the two girls on my left were discussing...
"Upstairs, Class 2 and 4 are fighting again!"
"Who knows? If you want to fight, just fight. Anyway, it won't hit us."
"I heard that there is a new transfer student in Class 4 of the second grade of high school. I estimate that in two days, I will hit that transfer student on the head!"
"Of course...this is necessary! Haha..."
Hearing this, I was so frightened that I stood up!...
(Dear friends, don’t forget, our dear heroine is also a transfer student...)