The school goddess, she becomes more and more beautiful

Chapter 13
Sophomore Department.

In Mingcheng No. [-] Middle School, Class One of each grade has always been regarded as the school's key class by default, and the top students in the top grades are gathered in the class.

In Class 1 of Senior Two, the clock in the classroom turned slowly, and the bell rang from the loudspeaker in the corner for the official start of self-study.But according to the tradition, long before the self-study started, the learning atmosphere in the class was already very strong. When the Chinese teacher was still holding the textbook in the corridor, he heard the sound of Lang Lang reading inside.

The Chinese teacher walked into the classroom and didn't disturb the students. He just stood on the podium and looked down casually.

Sweeping his eyes, the teacher looked at a seat by the window as usual, and unexpectedly, that seat was still vacant.

Basically, as long as the teachers who are teaching in Class [-] remember that it is Rong Zhou's seat.

About five or six minutes after the morning class started, there were three regular knocks on the door frame of the classroom.

Looking around, Rong Zhou stood tall and straight outside the door, clear and cold.

With a straight nose, thin lips, and skin as cold and white as jade, it seems that just standing there is a picture of a boy.

The other students who were reading and endorsing the text below heard the voice and looked up towards the door. Although there was no noisy discussion, it was not difficult to feel the surprise in each other's eyes.

Since high school, it seemed that this was the first time they saw Rong Zhou being late.

However, the Chinese teacher's expression was very gentle. She turned her head to look at Rong Zhou, nodded at him, and let him go back to her seat without asking why.

Until the end of the morning self-study, some students couldn't help discussing it during the break, and after a while, the news that Rong Zhou was a few minutes late for the first morning class today spread.

As for the reason, they think that the biggest possibility is that Xueshen fell asleep this morning, and then accidentally got up late.

After all, the tasks in high school are relatively heavy, and students do not have enough rest time. It is normal to get up late without hearing the alarm clock occasionally.

But thinking that this kind of thing will happen to Rong Zhou, the image of the flower of Gaoling, the god of learning in the rumored middle school, is also faintly down-to-earth.

The gossip was like snowflakes scattered all over the campus, not only the second department of senior high school, but also many people in the first year of senior high school who paid attention to Rong Zhou also knew about it.

By the time Song Ranran found out, it was already after the second class.

At that time, she was previewing the content of the next class. There were several girls in the right front row crowded together, chatting and laughing. The voices of the girls were a little loud. In the middle, Song Ranran clearly caught Rong Zhou's name in it. .

She had only seen Rong Zhou this morning, and subconsciously turned her head to pay more attention to the conversation over there.

From the scattered words, Song Ranran pieced together a central idea——

This morning, Rong Zhou was late for self-study because he was too tired to study at night.

There are also comments from the girls:

I really want to see Xue Shen sleepy in bed in the morning, and suddenly feel that the high-cold school grass is a little...cute...?
Song Ranran: "..."

The pen in his hand paused, and inadvertently drew a line on the notebook.

Rong Zhou was late this morning?
Or because of getting up late?

She remembered the way Rong Zhou passed by the restaurant in the morning, she obviously got up early, and Rong Zhou didn't move much when she was eating breakfast, it should be that she had almost finished breakfast before.

Song Ranran lowered her head, suddenly a thought broke into her heart, and her left eyelid twitched slightly.

Could it be... because of her?

Song Ranran pursed her lips as it seemed that because of being late this time, Rong Zhou became a little strange in the eyes of her classmates.

Inexplicably, she had such a guilty conscience.

Then next time, how about she try to get up earlier?

　The author has an exam tomorrow morning, and he is still in the process of memorizing vocabulary in pain. He is dying, and he will never admit defeat in the final exam!
　　Rest early, my friends, Zhao Zhao is going to stay up late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)