High-cold bamboo horse begs for coaxing online

Chapter 7
Teacher Zhou who just came out saw the head teacher and said hello, "Mr. An, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, it's just that a new classmate has come."

"Okay, it's okay, I'll go first."

Teacher Zhou, who had nothing to do, took the book and left.

Before leaving, he took a look at Ling Qingmo, who was acting very well.

Hmm, looks like a nice girl.

Teacher An walked into the classroom, clapped her hands, and attracted everyone's attention, "Students."

This sound successfully attracted all the children who were playing.

Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at the past, full of doubts.

"Today, we have a new student in our class. Let's welcome her together, okay?"

Teacher An pushed Ling Qingmo to the front, and Ling Qingmo was not stage-frightened, she walked out generously, raised a smile and said,
"Hi everyone. My name is Ling Qingmo."

Most children of this age don't have any complicated thoughts. Seeing such a beautiful little girl, they just feel that they have another little friend, and they don't think of anything else at all.

Seeing the warm welcome from the students in the class, Teacher An gave a few more instructions, designated a place, and then left.

Ling Qingmo, who was seated, was closely watched by the students.

The classmates around her surrounded her one by one, locking her with curious eyes.

"Student Ling Qingmo, you look so good-looking."

"Yeah, I like good-looking people the most."

……

Surrounded by a group of children, Ling Qingmo greeted everyone very familiarly, with a lively smile on his face.

It wasn't until the class bell rang that the crowd dispersed.

The teacher walked in and was stunned when he saw Ling Qingmo, and smiled, "It seems that we have a new classmate today."

Teacher Lin is in her 20s and just graduated from university. She gave up the requirement of a large group to be hired with a high salary, and came to the city's No. [-] Middle School as a kindergarten teacher.

The little dimples are very cute when she smiles, warm like a spring breeze.

So the students all like him very much.

So as soon as he opened his mouth, countless students replied, "Teacher, the new classmate is called Ling Qingmo, and he looks very good-looking."

Teacher Lin looked over carefully, and sure enough, the facial features are so delicate at such a young age.

It is very beautiful.

Teacher Lin looked back, nodded and agreed, "It's very beautiful."

After speaking, the class began.

But what kindergarten teachers can do is just play games.

When the teacher said that everyone needs to play games in groups, all the students who have not dissipated their enthusiasm for the new students expressed that they want to be with the new students.

Ling Qingmo who was in the center of the crowd: ...

But soon, Pippi's Ling Qingmo soon discovered that there was a difference in the class.

In the corner of the classroom, there was a little boy with his head down, buried in his homework. He hadn't looked up since she came in.

The curious Ling Qingmo couldn't help asking, "Who is that?"

Enthusiastic students said in a hurry, "Momo, you must not play with that person, he is a strange classmate."

"That's right. He's still a thief! He stole Linlin's potato chips. He even beat Xiaodai."

Linlin is Ling Qingmo's front desk, and Xiao Dai is a kitten from the school.

"Yeah. He's obviously five years old, and he's still in our class!"

……

Ling Qingmo opened her eyes wide after hearing the answer, and suddenly got up and walked over.

The students who were frightened by Ling Qingmo's actions persuaded them one after another, "Momo, don't go there, it's very dangerous."

"nothing."

While talking, he walked over without stopping.

Yue Qing, who was doing his homework seriously, felt that someone was walking towards him, and the movements in his hands froze for a moment, then moved again, without raising his head or saying hello.

"hello."

Sitting down on the seat next to him, Ling Qingmo said with a familiar smile.

Yue Qing looked up quickly, then lowered his head again, as if he saw some ghost or ghost.

Ling Qingmo, who felt that she was disgusted: ...

But Ling Qingmo is not a person who gives up lightly, and continued, "My name is Ling Qingmo, what's your name?"

Ling Qingmo, who waited for a long time but did not hear the voice: ...

After a long time, she heard a small voice like a mosquito, "Yueqing."

Ling Qingmo, who was only three years old, naturally didn't know what the words were. After all, she was a child who couldn't even write her own name.

But she heard it very clearly.

(End of this chapter)