Chapter 37 A scholar with skin hunger and thirst (2)
"My name is Yan Luo."
The girl on the stage has droopy collarbone hair and her eyebrows are always pointed downward. Maybe because of the heat, her eyebrows are always furrowed.
The corners of her eyes were reddish, her cheeks were pale, and she looked sickly.
Delicate and weak.
He doesn't match the "manly" style of the science class at all, like an art student who went to the wrong classroom.
Although she was dressed plainly, wearing an ordinary T-shirt, shorts, and white shoes, her body proportions were very good, and her ankles were slightly red, which complemented her fair skin.
Everyone found that the girl didn't say much after bowing slightly, and the classroom was stuck for a moment.
"applaud!"
The usually bold boy in the class shouted, breaking the eerie silence.
Unexpectedly, the new classmate looked like a frightened deer and glanced at the boy who made the sound with slightly trembling eyelashes.
Smile lightly.
Then he looked away lightly.
The boy was suddenly slapped on the shoulder, and people around him began to boo.
He scratched his head in embarrassment, his cheeks warmed and he patted away the disturbing hand beside him, opened the book casually and buried his head in it.
He was used to yelling in class, and he felt a little embarrassed for a moment.
After introducing himself, the teacher did not let the new students go, but stayed on the stage to "care" for them.
The crowd became lively for a while, and they even started discussing below because they didn't care about the new classmates' opinions.
The sounds of discussion came and went, like the endless chirping of cicadas outside the window.
Very noisy.
The person in the corner looking down at the paper paused for a long time with his pen tip, and an ink dot fell on the snow-white test paper.
It's a bit awkward on the clean and tidy test paper.
The boy threw the pen away, leaned back on the chair, and glanced lazily at the front desk.
The person on the stage stood slightly straight, tilted his head to listen to what the teacher was saying, and nodded in time.
With the movement, the hair on the side of her ears spread out, covering half of her face.
Soon the owner felt unwell and was taken back.
Exposing half of her fair neck.
Xu Chuyan pursed his lips slightly, feeling suddenly thirsty.
He took out half a bottle of water from the hole in the table and took a sip, then continued to look forward casually.
Soon the teacher finished explaining to the new classmates, and then he remembered that he had been staying for a long time.
A pot of porridge is sizzling underneath.
"Okay, if you have anything to say, we'll talk about it after class."
She waved her hand to stop everyone's discussion, and wondered: "I don't usually see you so active in answering questions?" The English teacher put a hand on Yan Luo's shoulder and closed the distance.
Based on her many years of experience, the new classmate is a good prospect. From the perspective of communication, good training will definitely make her look good.
"The new classmates can't run away." Everyone burst into laughter and ended the discussion.
"Study Committee, this week you will sit in the empty seat at the back next to the monitor and take care of the new students."
The academic committee member was stunned for a moment, holding back his thick nasal voice: "Finally..."
As if he was about to explode, the English teacher was also a little embarrassed and comforted him by saying, "Hey, grown man, why are you crying? Why don't I move your seat next to the podium for you?"
The gentle and considerate operation successfully made the classmates at the front tables laugh.
"No! I'm on the school committee and it's my duty to help new classmates!" He Siyuan was frightened and stopped crying, speeding up the "move".
He had really been waiting for this day for too long. He felt uncomfortable sitting in front of him. The teacher grabbed him as soon as he came in. He talked a lot, so it was useless to hit the brakes even if he started chatting.
In addition, in the third year of high school, independent learning is relatively strong, and almost no one listens to the teacher's lectures, and everyone is doing their own test papers, so he has become a worthless question-answering machine.
He can talk about tens of thousands of words on "the fear of being dominated by the school committee in those years".
Zhu Yu opened her mouth and wanted to say that there was no need to go to such trouble, as she was not suitable for such an excellent location.
She turned her head and met the young man's gaze. His eyes were dark and deep, with a hint of inquiry and scrutiny. She subconsciously bent her eyes and smiled.
It's like two acquaintances greeting each other skillfully.
Unfortunately, the young man ignored her and continued to work on the test paper.
It seems that it needs to be more mature.
Just after class ended, a teacher who looked like a leader stood at the door of the classroom and called Xu Chuyan away.
Zhu Yu looked at her twice in confusion. The girl next to her stopped writing and followed her gaze, "That's the teacher from the math competition group. The monitor went to bring glory to the school."
Zhu Yu became interested, "Can I still sign up for the competition group now?"
"There is no limit to the number of places. The most important thing is to have top grades. The people in that group are basically ranked in the province."
The girl sighed and looked troubled, "I'd better continue correcting my wrong questions."
Zhu Yu nodded. If she remembered correctly, you can get extra points by participating in more competitions. If you work harder and get ranked, the college entrance examination will be much easier.
The senior year of high school was no different than other grades. It entered a state of war preparation at the beginning of the new semester. After a busy day, Zhu Yu barely managed to take a breather from the pile of homework.
Long time no see, senior year of high school.
At lunch, the food court outside the school was crowded with people. Most of the people I saw carrying things while eating were sophomores in high school. Those who picked up things and ran must be seniors. It was lively and full of youthful atmosphere. I wish you good luck.
On the street, I saw Xu Chuyan sitting in a milk tea shop, seemingly waiting for someone. When he was about to go up and say hello, he was called away again.
Only a handsome back is left.
Zhu Yu hugged the math book in his hand tightly and stopped where he was.
It seemed like she had to go to this competition group.
Later, Zhu Yu realized that it was thanks to not asking the teacher to sit with Xu Chuyan on the day of admission.
The study tasks in the senior year of high school are heavy. I have to change my seat almost every month. The seat you want to sit depends on your grades.
I thought that being in the same class would allow me to get close to the villain, but who knew that he was usually nowhere to be seen.
It turns out that academic masters, after reaching a certain level, will be used by their teachers.
I wish Yu Qin had been studying and practicing hard for a month.
Finally, it’s Sunday, the day when the monthly exam ends, and the results are about to come out.
As soon as the results were issued, the classroom burst into mourning. When Zhu Yu saw the expected numbers, he quickly ran to the office.
"Report."
"Come in." Zhu Yu just ran over and was a little angry, but he still smiled and pushed the door in.
During evening self-study time, there is usually only the head teacher in the office.
But I didn’t expect that Xu Chuyan was also there, brushing papers at the desk next to him.
Zhu Yu couldn't help but pause in his steps.
Hearing the sound, the young man also looked over to her. The two looked at each other, Zhu Yu smiled, and he slightly raised his eyebrows as a greeting.
The young man withdrew his gaze and continued to brush his papers, no longer paying attention to her.
Zhu Yu couldn't help but look at him again.
Suddenly I felt a little excited.
It was obviously just a very ordinary meeting, but Zhu Yu felt that he had used up a lot of energy to stand in front of him.
"Is something wrong, classmate?" the head teacher asked.
Zhu Yu came to his senses, walked over and handed the grade slip to the teacher, looking at him expectantly.
The head teacher was a male teacher who taught mathematics. He looked at the column on the score sheet that had reached full marks. The corner of his mouth raised an arc, and his eyes became a little shrewd.
"Classmate Yan, first of all, your grades are worthy of recognition." The head teacher paused briefly, as if hesitating whether to say the next words, "But this is only a monthly test after all, and it is quite random."
Zhu Yudun stayed where he was, feeling an ominous premonition.