Nuwa's rebirth school beauty

Chapter 10 Class 4
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The director of the admissions department smiled awkwardly, "They don't usually act like this. It should be that they were so excited when they knew there were new students coming." The director of the admissions department said tactfully.

Shang Han understood that she was even more beautiful in her previous life than she is now. If she hadn't been addicted to killing, others would run away when they saw her, and they would have no time to pay attention to what she looked like. That's why there were no so-called little fans in that world.

If anyone sees a murderous maniac and doesn't hurry up, that's called insane.

"arrive."

Shang Han looked up and saw the class sign that said Class 3, Grade 10.

There are only ten classes in each grade, it seems that she is in the worst class.

A glimmer of gloom flashed in Shang Han's eyes, which was quickly covered up again with a shallow smile.

The admissions director knocked on the door, which caused a commotion in the class. Small heads stuck out one by one, looking at the thin figures with their backs to them, the wind was blowing, making people feel like they would fall if they blow.

The class teacher came out, and the two said a few words, so the director of the admissions office also left.

Shang Han was led into the classroom.

"Wow!"

Shouts of surprise broke out in the class, and the deafening sound echoed throughout the school.

When the boys in other classes heard the voice, they realized that there was nothing to do, and each of them drooped their heads, feeling dispirited.The hearts of the girls finally fell, they patted their chests, exhaled, and lamented that it was a good thing the freshman didn't come to their class.

Although they are ordinary in appearance and can't compare with the freshmen, no one likes the feeling of doves occupying the magpie's nest.

The homeroom teacher clapped his hands and signaled everyone to be quiet, "Student, please introduce yourself first."

Shang Han glanced over and saw that they were all children, looking at him expectantly with immature faces.

The black line drifted by.

The reality is in front of me, I have really become an 11-year-old child.And now she is being held back, the group of people in front of her are kids who are younger than her, and standing among them, she is the tallest among them.

She wants to do better in the final exam.

"My name is Shang Han."

As he spoke, he picked up the chalk and finally found the feeling of writing with a calligraphy brush. The beautiful lines were drawn on the blackboard, like flowing clouds and flowing water, and he wrote down his name eloquently.

The teacher in charge helped his gold-rimmed eyes, looked at the words that were quite elegant, and nodded.

The students below watched Shang Han's every move, and wrote their names gracefully, all of them were stunned by her graceful handwriting.

When the class teacher continued to stare at the blackboard, he noticed something strange, and looked at Shang Han strangely, "Little friend, what's your name?"

"Shang Han."

The class teacher is a Chinese teacher. When she continued to see the words on the blackboard, her eyes suddenly widened. If she guessed correctly, this font is obviously a mysterious language that has disappeared for thousands of years!

The students in the class who were intoxicated by Shang Han's behavior immediately reacted, staring at the big characters on the blackboard, someone burst out, "I know, it's Oracle bone inscriptions!"

Although the third grade students still have little knowledge, they can still distinguish simple Chinese characters. This character obviously has more strokes than Chinese characters.

There was a strange flash in Shang Han's eyes, and he immediately smiled and said, "Mom and Dad have friends who are archaeologists, and I happen to know some."

(End of this chapter)