It’s a new week again. After raising the flag, the teacher confessed in the classroom,
"There is a new classmate in the class today. You must get along well."
Twenty-odd boys opened their eyes wide, and twenty-odd girls pricked up their ears.
Standing on the podium is a girl. She has long black hair and wears a long red skirt.
"This is the first time we meet. My name is Mizi. Please take care of me from now on." The girl was elegant and reasonable. She left a good impression on everyone in the audience.
After class, Feizhuyu and everyone started talking about Mizi. Who is she from that high school? She is actually wearing a skirt.
Song Qiqi answered: Anyway, they are definitely not from our city.
Cheng Ranxiang said: I think Mizi shows a sense of confidence from the bottom up, but I always feel that she is too surly.
When Queqiao returned to the classroom, it was already the second period.
Even after 10 minutes of class, she still couldn't forget the time she accompanied Mizi to the teaching office to pick up clothes during break.
What Mizi said made Queqiao feel extremely depressed.
She obviously looks like a well-behaved girl like herself, but when she actually speaks, her words go straight to the spine.
During the second period, something incredible happened.
Farah took off her shirt and walked around the end of the corridor before putting her clothes back on.
After Farah returned to the classroom, facing the smile of Mizi who was sitting in the corner, she silently returned to her original position.
No matter how much the people around him laughed, he didn't say a word.
Mu Muyang laughed heartily and said, "Brother, what's wrong with you? You hit the wrong muscle in your head."
During the fourth period of class, Mizi quietly walked past Queqiao’s desk and whispered, “Classmate Queqiao,
Let’s go together after school! Although you are a coward and don’t even dare to ask your father. (To be continued)