President, Madam is knocking on the door

Chapter 31

On the day of reporting after I was assigned to a second class in arts and sciences, I was always very apprehensive. Even when I entered the gate of the new class, I stopped for a while to catch my breath.

There is no other reason. The class I entered was the so-called top science class in my grade.

Don’t make complaints about what the Ministry of Education has long prohibited schools from distinguishing discriminatory classes such as the North Class and the Top Class. People who say this kind of thing don’t understand what it means to have policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom.

The class division is determined by the school, not by the Ministry of Education. If you are not allowed to call these names, then you can just change the vest, so the class I stepped into is called the Science Experimental Class.

But why should I be nervous?
The reason is very simple. Although I entered this place that includes top students of all grades, I am not a so-called top student.My overall ranking is 1200 in the grade of about 378. Although it is not at the bottom, it definitely does not meet the requirements for entering the top class, at most it is the top 10 in the parallel class.

So, from the moment I entered this high school (1) class, I was destined to be the tail of the whole class.

You said, let me be a good student in the first year of high school, and I, who was held in the palm of the teacher, suddenly became the most discriminated poor student. Can I not be nervous, can I not be uneasy?

This is definitely the real experience of going from heaven to hell!
Slowly stepping into the classroom, the surroundings are very quiet, only the sound of flipping books. I looked at the students who were studying hard, and my heart was overwhelmed.

What the hell!Isn't it the registration day? The other classes are still immersed in the joy of the summer vacation. Why are they so stunned? Are they worthy of being top students!Is this my dear classmate from now on!too terrifying!

I even took my footsteps lightly, for fear of disturbing their reading by making some noise.Looking around, I saw that there was an empty seat in the last row by the window on the right, so I walked over and sat down, and stuffed my backpack into the desk by the way.

Probably because of the sound of someone pulling the seat, some students turned their heads and looked at me. I don’t know why, I think there is a hint of schadenfreude in their eyes, maybe I think too much.

After sitting down, I experienced more deeply the oppressive atmosphere in the experimental class, and I was terrified.

In fact, when I was in the first year of high school, I had already divided the experimental class and the parallel class.Just after the start of high school, this provincial key middle school conducted a thorough examination for all students. In the past, 200 students were divided into key training students and ordinary students. I was one of the latter.

I don't have high demands on myself, as long as my grades are good enough, I never thought about competing for the first place, winning top students, let alone getting into top classes, that would be really tiring.But the students in the top class seem to be intolerant of my thinking. I think their thinking is probably that a soldier who doesn’t want to be a general is not a good soldier, so a student who doesn’t want to be the first is not a good student.

After sitting for a while, I didn’t bring any books, and I seemed a little idle. I remembered that there was a bottle of iced Coke in my backpack, and I was afraid of getting the inner layer of the backpack wet, so I took it out and put it on the table.At this time, a figure was projected on the table.

"You took my seat." A male voice beside him said coldly.

his position?I find it very strange, because this is a new class, how can the seat be reserved?Is it possible to make an appointment?

I turned my head to look at the pronunciation place, and there was a tall boy standing loosely in front of me, looking up at his face, a pair of black eyes shone like jewels, which made people lose their minds for a moment.

The moment the boy saw me looking up, he was a little dazed, but impatience soon appeared in those black eyes.

"Get up," he ordered.

The voice was a little loud, and some students looked back and greeted them affectionately.

"Hey, Brother Chen is here."

"Brother Chen, how is your summer vacation?"

"Brother Chen..."

The boy in front of him, who was called Brother Chen, nodded slightly to the people who greeted him, without even saying a word, but those people didn't express their dissatisfaction, and they all turned their heads to read the book again. The slightly raised waves quickly returned to calm and returned to the pool of stagnant water just now.

I just remembered that this time, the experimental class divided into arts and sciences is basically the same as the original class of top students (because they are too strong), so many students in this classroom know each other, and this The classroom seems to be the original classroom of a former top class.

So I really took his seat?

Thinking of this, I took out my schoolbag and stood up in embarrassment, trying to find a new seat.

But I didn't see any vacant seats for a while, so I had to sit next to him. He glanced at me, his face pulled down a little.

"Don't bother me." He didn't even look at me, and said a word from his thin lips.

Is this making a request to me?Please, we don't know each other yet!
I felt a little displeased, and suddenly saw that my Coke was still on the table, and I was reaching out to take it, but was preempted by the other hand.

"this is me……"

"Puff - Gulu"

I stretched my hand halfway, and watched with a dull face, Brother Chen, who was next to me, smoothly unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

"Well, it's Pepsi. I like Coca-Cola better." He frowned and looked at the packaging on the bottle.

This... This classmate... You seem to be drinking my Coke... You still dislike... I feel like I am in a mess.

"You...how do you..." I felt that there was no way to communicate with the person in front of me who didn't play cards according to common sense.

When he arrived, he looked at me with a very natural look: "Isn't this a gift from you?"

Who the hell is going to give you a meeting gift!IM thirsty!I want a coke!Depend on!
My face was red and white, and I couldn't utter a word for a long time.

To be honest, look at my eloquent appearance after graduating from high school, and then think about how I was so angry that I couldn't speak when I first met Lin Chen. Practice to become a mouth gun Buddha. (Where is such a Buddha! Fall!)

The new tablemate called Brother Chen put the Coke back in its original place, took off his backpack and reached in to find something. I thought he would also grab a book or something and study hard, but he took his mobile phone away. Come out, and skillfully plug in the earphones, and play... mobile games...

Immediately, I felt a sense of intimacy, just like the subtle feeling of finally meeting a normal person after entering a mental hospital by mistake.

There are people who are not doing business like myself, so they relax in their hearts, and don't care about him grabbing a Coke, and start to get close to their new deskmate.

"My name is Li Zixin, how about you?"

I looked at him expectantly, but he kept staring at the phone screen with full attention. There was a fierce battle on it. I saw his fingers keep sliding and clicking, and he didn't seem to notice that I was talking to him at all.

Well, he just said, don't bother... I'm a little discouraged.At this time, the head teacher finally walked into the classroom, knocked on the podium, and the whole class focused on it.

I also sat upright and looked at the new head teacher, when a sound suddenly came from my ear.

"Lin Chen."

Eh?He is answering me?Did he hear it just now?I turned my head to look at him in surprise, only to find that he was still staring at the phone screen, as if he had never spoken.

But just for a while, the difference between Lin Chen and I was enough for the new head teacher to notice.

"The ones in the last row by the window, pay attention, don't whisper!" The new class teacher knocked on the podium again.

The whole class looked back at us, I was blushed, and I was called out on the first day of reporting, leaving a bad impression on the new class teacher, which is not a good thing.

And these are all thanks to this difficult new deskmate next to him!
(End of this chapter)