The boys watched with envy and jealousy as Yang Zimei passed by them and sat calmly at the empty table next to Huang Yifeng.
Huang Yifeng clamped his armpits slightly nervously and sat upright, not daring to move.
The reason why he didn't have a deskmate before was not only because there was an odd-numbered person in the class, but the biggest reason was that he had strong body odor and no one was willing to sit with him, not even his neighbors.
Now, Yang Zimei, who is generally white and elegant as Xiao Longnu, and even has a light natural and elegant fragrance on her body, is sitting next to him. He has begun to seriously feel inferior and does not even dare to say more words to her.[
Yang Zimei practiced Qi Guiding, and his sense of touch was particularly sensitive. Naturally, he could smell the body odor coming from him. However, he did not show any disgust, but gave him a faint smile, "Hello, I'm very happy.
We can be tablemates."
"You...you...well..."
Huang Yifeng curled his tongue and responded nervously, "My... name is Huang Yifeng."
"My name is Yang Zimei. Please take good care of me when I study in the future." Yang Zimei looked at the boy in front of him who had a loyal and upright face, but was nervous because of his own body odor, and tried his best to show that he was approachable.
"Study together..." Huang Yifeng was so nervous that he sweated.
The more he sweated, the stronger his body odor became, and it began to float around.
The classmates on the left and right began to cover their noses.
Huang Yifeng looked at Yang Zimei worriedly, fearing that he would stink her up, and the psychological pressure would become even heavier.
But he saw that she still had a calm smile on her face, without any look of disgust, as if she couldn't smell him.
In fact, Yang Zimei had closed her sense of smell at this time, so she could no longer smell it no matter how smelly or fragrant it was.
Class teacher Qin Kaiwen started class.
He is taking a Chinese class.
This class happens to be explaining "The Book of Songs·Zhou Nan·Guan Ju":
"Guan Guan Jiujiu, in the river island. A graceful lady, a gentleman likes to fight.
The water-lilies are scattered here and there. The fair ladies are longing for them.
I can't get what I want, so I sleep hard and think about it. It's leisurely, tossing and turning.
There are various water plants, pick them from left and right. A graceful lady, play the piano and play the harp.
The water-lily seeds are scattered, and the leaves are grown on the left and right. The fair ladies are played with bells and drums."
The female classmates found that when reciting this poem, Qin Kaiwen's voice was really magnetic and deep and beautiful. Moreover, the boys were all reciting the poem while looking at Yang Zimei, who was sitting quietly, and their voices were deliberately made loud.
Loudly, as if trying to attract her attention.[
The girls are a little jealous.
Especially the class beauty Lin Yiting.
In the past, most of the boys in the class would often peek at her. Now, the person they were peeping at was someone else. Her self-esteem was hit. The biggest hit was that Qin Kaiwen, the class teacher she had always had a crush on, seemed to be too.
He had a very special feeling for the transfer student, and those deep and bright eyes always looked at Yang Zimei from time to time.
Jealousy was like a poisonous snake, biting her heart until her lower lip was almost bleeding. She kept cursing in her heart: "Die country girl, die country girl, die country girl."
It was the first time for Yang Zimei to experience such a classroom atmosphere. It was something she had never experienced in her previous life.
Therefore, even though she memorized the content of the poem at a glance and could understand it, she still listened to the teacher's lectures attentively.
Under the gaze of her big black and white eyes, Qin Kaiwen explained this lesson in a flawless, lively and interesting way, which gave people a kind of enjoyment and pursuit of beauty.
