Teacher Zhang stood up with the textbook under his arm, "Well, it's time for class. Come with me, and I'll take you to get to know your new classmates."
"Thank you teacher!"
Yu Wenhuang said.
Teacher Zhang raised his head and glanced at him, oh, this student must be about 1.8 meters tall, right?
He's so handsome, so don't fall in love early.
Teacher Zhang sighed. His class already had enough problems. Falling in love is not an absolute bad thing for high school students, but falling out of love is definitely.
Didn't Class One almost cause a big incident a few days ago?
I hope nothing like this will happen in his class.
The classroom of Class 6 is on the sixth floor. The weather in September is still very hot, especially in this humid and hot Guangzhou City. When we reached the sixth floor, Teacher Zhang was already sweating on his forehead. He glanced at classmate Yu Wenhuang and saw
He seemed to have smooth muscles and no sweat, and he didn't have any wheezing at all.
The class was very noisy, and the class bell had already rung, but the students had no intention of returning to their desks. They were in small groups, with the girls exchanging skin care and makeup tips, while the boys were noisy and didn't
I know what to say and am so excited.
Teacher Zhang slammed the door hard and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Quiet, class is on!"
The students walked back to their seats slowly, with expressions of disinterest.
Yu Wenhuang was very surprised. Didn’t he mean the experimental class?
Can this kind of discipline still be called an experimental class?
"Introducing a new classmate to everyone!"
Teacher Zhang walked to the podium and pointed at Yu Wenhuang, "His name is Yu Wenhuang. You can get to know each other again after class."
Fifty pairs of eyes looked at Yu Wenhuang, and there were exclamations.
"Wow, he is so handsome!"
"More handsome than his handsome oppa."
"You have long legs, aren't they so pretty?"
Then there are the cold looks from the boys, what’s the use of being tall?
What's the use of being handsome?
One look at this physique shows that it is not resistant to beatings.
"Classmate Yu Wenhuang, please go and sit in the last row."
Teacher Zhang said.
Yu Wenhuang walked to the back row, which was a separate position on the far left near the door.
After he sat down, he took out his physics textbook. He knew that Teacher Zhang taught physics.
Sitting in front of him were two very tall male classmates. They glanced back at him and pulled their chairs back. The backrest of the chair was against his desk. Yu Wenhuang moved the desk back a little, and they moved further.
After pushing the table half-tilt, there was a malicious sneer on his face.
At this moment, Yu Wenhuang knew that he had entered the class of bad students. This was not a real experimental class, but a veritable incinerator of bad students.
"Hello, your name is Yu Wenhuang?"
His deskmate asked him vaguely, holding a pen in his mouth. The smell of cigarette smoke hit him as soon as he opened his mouth.
My deskmate was very short, about 1.65 meters tall. I don’t know why he was placed in the last row. He was thin, dark, and had a few pimples on his face that were about to mature.
Wearing a pair of large black-rimmed glasses, the lenses are very thick and look a bit like diving goggles.
"My name is Li Zhiyue!"
Seeing that he remained silent, his deskmate introduced himself without any ill intentions.
Yu Wenhuang glanced at him and said, "Teacher is in class, stop talking!"
Li Zhiyue turned her head boredly, "Idiot!"
"Tomorrow is the first test after the official start of the senior year of high school. Everyone must take it seriously and not be careless..." Even though Teacher Zhang's voice was very loud, there were still miscellaneous sounds in the class that were interfering, and it was almost impossible to listen carefully.
There are not five people, as if this time's basic test doesn't matter at all.
Yu Wenhuang opened the book. He had almost learned the courses in his third year of high school by himself. It would be better if he had a thorough understanding and consolidated them further.
When Teacher Zhang was giving lectures, he looked at Yu Wenhuang several times and was very happy to see that he was still paying attention to the lectures.
But when I thought about his score, I suddenly felt worried again.