The rough man from the countryside dotes on him silently, but his beloved wife is reborn and strives

Liu Fangfang found it funny. These two weirdos didn't know it yet, but it was good for them to be weird. It would save them trouble if they didn't notice them.

"Lock yourselves up, you guys!"

Qi Yue retorted rudely, then turned to look at Liu Fangfang and said, "Fangfang, I just admire the way you scolded them just now. It's so handsome! Those two peacocks talked about whoever they saw, and Xiaoyun was also They said, they pick on everyone’s clothes when they see them, it’s just ridiculous.”

"Peacock?" Liu Fangfang suppressed her laughter and repeated Qi Yue's words, "Isn't this too appropriate? Thank you for thinking of it."

Liu Fangfang felt that although it was the first day for everyone to meet.But at this moment, Qi Yue gave her an extremely favorable impression, and she decided that after understanding her personality, if they get along with her, it would be good to become best friends.

Yes, if you can't get along, just be a classmate and won't cross the line. In her heart, best friends and friends are two different things.

In her previous life, she had suffered a lot from her friends.

"That's great, Fangfang. Just don't be bored. Xiaoyun doesn't like to talk. I'm worried. I'm a chatterbox!"

The classroom was chattering in groups, and Sun Qianqian didn't pay attention to them, and was busy complaining about other people's clothes.

After Liu Fangfang chatted with Qi Yue for a while, she learned that they had arrived two days earlier to live on campus. She and she were the only three people in the same class who lived outside. So what did Qi Yue see with Sun Qianqian and the peacock next to her? Zhao Ling'er had already fought for several rounds.

These two people were from Chuncheng, and they didn't know each other beforehand. However, after they found out that they were both from Chuncheng, the two of them had similar interests.

It is said that Sun Qianqian came from Chuncheng Garment Factory, and the factory even held some kind of meeting to praise him for her placement in this university.

She had a tendency to look at people with her nostrils, and when Zhao Ling'er found out, she even licked her, which made Sun Qianqian even more confused about how high the sky was and how high it was.

Qi Yue couldn't stand it and quarreled with her. She also asked the dormitory aunt to change dormitories.

The dormitory aunt saw that the two of them had been arguing three times in two days, and she had a headache and had no choice but to change dormitories, and the two of them calmed down.

But when they got to the classroom, they started talking again as soon as they met.

"Fangfang, let me tell you, Sun Qianqian is always good at bullying others. Don't give in when you meet her in the future, otherwise she will bully you if she thinks you are easy to control! You did the right thing today!"

While Liu Fangfang was digesting what she said, Qi Yue did not forget to tell her his strategy.

"Yueyue, we are all classmates. This is not good. The best we can do is ignore them. Stop arguing!"

The good girl Su Yun tried her best to persuade her not to change the noisy and fighting situation. However, when Sun Qianqian bullied her, it was Qi Yue who helped her. She also felt that Qi Yue was a very nice person. She wanted to make friends with Qi Yue, but she was very conflicted. .

That's not what Liu Fangfang was thinking about at the moment. That Sun Qianqian was from Chuncheng, a neighboring city to Jicheng City. She and her man often went there to run business, but she didn't find that bell-bottoms were popular there.

She remembered that it would take two years for bell bottoms to become popular there.

Why did Sun Qianqian wear it?And she is a designer at a clothing factory over there, which represents the trend.

She asked, "Where did Sun Qianqian and the others get those exotic clothes? Are they unique there?"

Seeing Liu Fangfang's concern about this, Qi Yue thought it was because the two people had just laughed at her clothes and she felt unhappy, so she immediately said disdainfully, "No, that's not the case. These are popular clothes over there. Naturally, people wear them in Kyoto. There are a lot of them in those shopping malls now." I bought these two later from someone who sells these pants. But Fangfang, I always feel that people who are short in bell-bottom pants are very aloof and can't bring out their beauty." It has to be said that Qi Yue's observation and understanding of Her clothing acumen was very good, so she asked curiously, "Yueyue, aren't you also a designer in your factory over there?"

When Qi Yue mentioned this, she got a little excited and said sadly, "No. I applied for this major and broke up with the Jiuli people. My mother said I was worthless. I went to Lin University and was still a tailor when I came back, but I have liked it since I was a child."

As she was talking, a tall woman in her forties with rimmed eyes walked in.

Wearing a floral dress is full of design and suitable for the theme of summer.

His face was not that of a junior high school student, but he had a good temperament when he was kneeling. As soon as he stood on the podium, he felt intimidated, causing the chattering students to stop the discussion unconsciously and gradually became quiet.

After everyone calmed down, the teacher on the podium spoke with a calm voice: "Hello, classmates, I am your homeroom teacher for four years in college. My surname is Zhang and my name is Zhang Lin. You can just call me Teacher Zhang! Okay, now Start the class meeting!"

After a simple, rude and neat self-introduction, the first part of the day began, the class meeting.

Naturally, the first step was to introduce myself. Sun Qianqian, who was sitting at the front, was the first to be called up to introduce herself.

Like a proud peacock, she spun and jumped, walked up to the podium with her chin held high, and began a few hundred words of introduction to her taste.

After she said her name, she started to reveal her background. She boasted about how many clothes she designed and what position she held in the factory.

Zhang Lin interrupted when she was about to turn the podium into her own group meeting mode.

She clapped her hands to ask Sun Qianqian to stop, and then said, "Sun Qianqian, right? Okay, you can learn your seat now! Next! Try to introduce yourself as simply and clearly as possible! Think of what I did just now!"

Sun Qianqian, who was ousted from the stage, suddenly felt that Beier had lost face and her face was so disgusting.

Qi Yue would definitely not miss this opportunity to ridicule her. She made a face and said in a medium voice, "You deserve it, I'll let you show off!"

"You" Sun Qianqian gritted her teeth, but because of the teacher's presence, she couldn't do anything.

It became a lot simpler after that. Everyone came up and introduced their name simply and clearly before coming down, just to avoid being like Sun Qianqian and saying it to show off.

After the self-introduction, the head teacher came on stage, and Balabala talked a lot. The final meaning was that next, there will be a month of military training.

"What? A month?"

Girls are going crazy when they hear about a month of military training. It's hot September now. If they really have to go out for a month of military training, will they get a tan?
Liu Fangfang didn't know much about it. She had heard that all students were required to undergo military training. In her previous life, when Liu Hua was undergoing military training, she couldn't stand it and asked her to go to school to help ask for leave.

He kept complaining, saying that military training is really not something people can bear. He suffered from dizziness and heatstroke, and his face was sunburned. Anyway, there were a lot of reasons.

I didn't expect that I would also know the taste of military training.

However, she was not as scared as others, and she still felt fresh. She felt that this was also a challenge, and she would definitely pass this test.

But Su Yun was different, the little girl turned pale.