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Chapter 15 [015] Huh?

The passing time never stays too much in one place.

The school season ushered in the blink of an eye, Zhi Yuan changed into her school uniform and walked out the door with a backpack.

Ye Haitang yawned and shouted: "Bring your umbrella. The weather forecast on TV last night said that there is a high possibility of heavy rain today. Don't get drowned by then. I won't be able to send you an umbrella."

Because of work, she really can't leave her post at will.

Unlike other parents, they can sneak in and take their children home before returning to work if they are close.

Zhiyuan pulled out the drawer on the cabinet, took out a light blue umbrella and replied, "Got it!"

He took the door behind him and left in a hurry.

Haitang shook her head and sighed, "It's really reckless."

Stepping out of the building, looking at the cloudless sky, Zhiyuan curled her lips: "It's clear, how could there be heavy rain? Forget it, an umbrella doesn't weigh much."

What I'm afraid of is that I have to bring a lot of new textbooks home today.

It's not safe to leave it in the classroom. One of Zhiyuan's classmates put it in a drawer, and when he came back, there was nothing left.

The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

Therefore, Zhi Yuan would rather work harder and move them all home at once, rather than leave the textbooks in the drawer.

At this time, there are still very few people at the stop sign, basically a group of students waiting for the bus.

Zhiyuan didn't like getting wet on a hot day, so she parked her bicycle at home. Anyway, it only cost a few cents to go back and forth.

The key is that the bus is air-conditioned, and Zhiyuan once applied for a one-card card, so it is a waste to leave it to eat ashes.

After getting in the car and finding a seat in the back row, she began to close her eyes and meditate.

After more than half a month of physical training, Zhiyuan finally managed to achieve the feeling of ease and ease in her previous life, and there is still a long way to go before Liuhequan is perfect.

Self-preservation is enough.

In the classroom of Class [-] and Class [-] of Senior High School, a woman with a horse face and long hair held an assignment list in her hand and read: "Hao Jian, Class [-] of Liberal Arts. Wu Qirong, Class [-] of Science. Guo Caijie, Class [-] of Science. Wang Defa"

It was related to everyone's class in the second grade of high school. Everyone stared at the teacher attentively and listened carefully to her notice, for fear of missing their own names.

"Xia Zhiyuan, Liberal Arts Class Seven."

At present, there are ten classes in the second year of high school, one to six are science classes, and seven to ten are liberal arts classes.

There are two experimental classes in each of the liberal arts and science classes. Needless to say, the science students know that the experimental classes are the first and second classes, and the liberal arts experimental classes are the ninth and tenth classes.

Thinking about the original owner's entrance grades, and the grades of the final high school entrance exam, Zhiyuan expressed that he was expected to enter the ordinary class.

The experimental class has a crane tail, and the ordinary class naturally has outstanding people.

Zhiyuan is very clear about her future position: silently be a salted fish upstream.

After finishing the class schedule, the horse-faced girl chattered with everyone for a while before letting the students go back to their classes and report to the future head teacher.

Class [-], Grade [-], is located on the third floor of No. [-] teaching building.

Zhiyuan followed the route in memory and quickly headed to the destination with a backpack: "I hope there is still time, the back row is full of protagonist positions!"

Yes, she is different from everyone else.

It is convenient for Xueba to sit in the front row to exchange knowledge with the teacher and make up for his own shortcomings.

False academic masters want to put on a show, study with real academic masters, and find shining points from them.

The scumbag has already given up on himself, it doesn't matter where he sits, it doesn't affect him in the slightest, wandering off and wandering in class.

The students who sat at the last table were either because they were too tall, or they gave up treatment directly.

She was definitely not the latter, but hoped that the surrounding environment would be relatively quiet.

Zhiyuan is just over 1.7 meters tall, which is relatively tall among girls, and no one will say anything when sitting at the last table, at most expressing pity for her.

Is it possible to sit in front and block the view of other students?
"Hello teacher!"

"Ah."

The homeroom teacher is a bald man wearing glasses. He is not particularly tall, but has a good-looking figure. He is wearing a loose yellow shirt, paired with a pair of black shorts, and a pair of flip-flops. He looks a little naughty.

Zhi Yuan didn't know what the head teacher's name was, so she walked straight into the classroom without asking.

Looking over, he found that he seemed to be the ninth student from class seven to arrive?
I really have to thank the previous head teacher (a woman with a horse face), unlike the teachers in other classes, who beep endlessly, for fear that the children's shoes will forget themselves.

Judging from the slightly empty classroom, the new head teacher has a similar style of work as the previous head teacher, and neither of them likes to talk nonsense.

Zhi Yuan was also happy to be at leisure, and walked quickly to the last table in the classroom by the wall group.

After confirming that no one occupied it in advance, he took out the tissue with peace of mind, wiped it and threw it into the trash can, and then sat quietly on the chair and flipped through the book.

Zhang Muzong glanced at the children in the classroom, and was quite surprised when he saw the location of the kite: Could it be another problem girl?

Normal people don't even think about sitting in the back row. The closer you are to the front, the more you can feel your presence in front of the teacher.

Xia Zhiyuan was clearly doing the opposite, but she managed to attract the head teacher's attention.

Since the new book hasn't been released yet, what she's looking at now is the review materials she bought.

Well, it is the small English crash book I bought at the bookstore before.

The more you look at the grammar, the more confused you are, but there is also a sense of "I know it".

Oh, what a miracle!

Zhiyuan couldn't help scratching her head, and decided to change to a copy of Kangkang.

Reading further, she was afraid that she would have a headache.

The classroom layout of Class [-] is different from other classes. The three groups in the middle, except for the two side groups by the window, do not have the same desk.

Zhiyuan said that she doesn't need to be at the same table, and she is too lazy to waste energy dealing with others, so she still speaks English first.

"Although it won't be of much use when you're in society in the future." (soft beep beep)

Finally, everyone arrived.

Zhang Muzong did not stand at the door, and went straight to the podium table, took out a piece of chalk from the box, and wrote his name and mobile phone number on the blackboard.

Clapping the dust on his hands, the old class coughed lightly: "My name is Zhang Muzong. If there is no accident, I will be your class teacher until you graduate from high school."

"There is my mobile phone number on the blackboard. If you encounter something that cannot be solved, you can call it directly."

"I live on the third floor of the teacher's dormitory. The boarding students, if they need anything, can come to me directly."

Zhang Muzong glanced over, and then glanced at the time on the watch: "Let's not talk nonsense, arrange a few classmates to clean up, and then you will go back to your respective homes and find your parents. There is no class in the afternoon, remember to go to school on time tomorrow morning."

Hearing that it was necessary to clean up, Xia Zhiyuan resolutely lay down on the table, trying to avoid Lao Ban's sight.

Zhang Muzong was completely improvising: "Don't worry, I won't let you do it for nothing, and extra points will be added at the end of the semester. The second student in the first row will stay, and the second table in the third group will stay with you two, and there will be more."

"Ok?"

(End of this chapter)