Villainess Wants To Turn Over A New Leaf

A few days after the start of the second semester of high school, a transfer student was transferred from the seventh class of high school.

Haishi No. 7 Middle School is a key middle school, and Class 7 is also a rocket class in the key middle school. You can only get in through the test. The way to go through the back door is useless here, even if the child of the mayor’s richest man comes. Just take a real test.

But the transfer student turned silently, and no one knew whether he took the exam or not. Or when the class representative went to the office to hand in his homework, he heard another class teacher ask his head teacher: "The transfer student in your class will report today, right?"

The students in Class 7 knew about it.

Haiqi’s school tyrants squeezed their heads and wanted to enter Class 7, and not everyone could do so. What kind of background did this transfer student come in?

The students in the Rocket class expressed great curiosity and doubts about the transfer student.

Everyone said that the traditions and principles of the Rocket Class cannot be broken! If the transfer student's grades do not meet the requirements of the seventh class, then everyone must jointly petition the head teacher, and must not let the impetuous atmosphere in the society affect the world of the schoolmasters!

After the bell rang for the second class in the morning, the classroom that was still discussing during the end of get out of class fell silent.

This section is for class teacher Chen Li. The students have already taken out their textbooks and notes and turned to the page that had been prepared. The second year of high school has just started, and the other classes are still learning Chapter 1, but the progress of the seventh class has been completed by one third.

This is the strength of the Rockets class!

Accompanied by the jingle bell, Chen Li stepped into the classroom holding the lesson plan, and behind her was a tall boy in a white shirt.

The morning sunlight just fell on his dark broken hair through the glass windows of the classroom, as if it had coated his hair with a fluffy soft gold. He was standing on the podium, tall and thin by the blackboard, with an amazingly handsome facial features.

The head teacher said: "Today we transferred a new classmate to our class, let him introduce himself to everyone."

The boy raised his eyes and looked at the students who were stunned. Then he bent his lips and smiled, his voice was gentle and clean: "My name is Song Jinglan, and I hope to get along well with everyone in the future."

All the girls in the class, including some boys, took a breath from this gentle and beautiful smile.

grass! (A plant)

Is this transfer student transferred from heaven? ! How can you be so handsome? ? ?

what? What tradition? What principle?

The principle is to break!

Chen Li nodded and pointed to the vacant seat by the window in the second row: "Sit there first, and wait for the results of the entrance examination two days later before re-ranking."

Song Jinglan walked over with a schoolbag on one shoulder.

The eyes of the whole class moved with him.

He didn't seem to notice these explicit gazes at all, walked to the second row, smiled slightly at the tablemate who was looking at him with wide eyes, and then sat down.

Chen Li has already started to lecture.

Song Jinglan took out the book and wanted to put the bag in the desk, only to find that it was full of dangdang, as if announcing that there was an owner in this position.

He dropped his schoolbag at his feet.

When I opened the book and prepared to attend the class, I saw a red marker in the upper left corner of the desk with a "small" written with some winding vines around it.

Song Jinglan calmly looked to the upper right corner.

There is a word "deer" written there.

He leaned back and lowered his head to see "Exclusive" written on the two corners of the table below.

Linked up is: exclusive to the deer.

He withdrew his gaze lightly and turned to the blackboard.

As a classmate of the Rocket class, self-control is strong. Even if the transfer student is amazing, he still concentrates on listening to the class during the get out of class. It is not until the bell rang when the teacher walks out of the classroom that the eyes of the whole class fall on Song again. Jinglan body.

He closed his notebook, tilted his head and saw that the tablemate was looking straight at him, as if he wanted to talk to him but was afraid to talk. He curled his lips and asked, "Is there anyone in this position?"

The tablemate nodded quickly: "Some of them! It's the position of Xiaolu, but she went to City B to participate in the physics competition, and she won't be back the day after tomorrow!"

His expression showed some concern: "Then I took her seat, will she be unhappy?"

The same table shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, Xiaolu is very good at talking!"

Song Jinglan smiled: "That's good."

The third class is English. He hasn't received a new book yet. The book used in the last class was an old book that Chen Li had just found for him in the office. The same table said: "You use Xiaolu's first."

Seeing that he hesitated a little, he came over at the same table enthusiastically and rummaged in the desk, and then pulled out the English textbook, "You can use it first, Xiaolu is a learning committee member, she will always have any learning difficulties. Help, she is the goddess of our class, hehe."

Song Jinglan looked at the old English textbook and smiled and nodded.

The English teacher had already stepped onto the podium. He opened the book and saw three beautiful words on the title page: Lin Feilu.

The progress of the English class has reached the fourth chapter. Song Jinglan turned page by page and saw the master's graffiti in the blank spaces of the textbook. She seems to like these colorful vines, which are full of blank margins.

On the contrary, there are very few notes, mostly unnutritious essays:

——Xiao Ming, who just finished the soy sauce on the math book, came to the English book again, let us look forward to his next performance.

——Do you have braised pork ribs or twice cooked pork tonight?

——So annoying, why so many people like me.

——Hmm, who doesn’t like a cute little like me?

——Hey, natural beauty is hard to give up. If I was born in ancient times, I must be an enchantress.

——I want to grab Bawei with Nanami every day

——Oh, learn from this grinning little fairy

...

Song Jinglan began to have a three-dimensional image of the owner of this position in his mind. It should be obedient, small, cute and lively, laughable and easy to blow up.

The teacher on the stage talked about the key points of grammar in the text.

He thought for a while, still picked up the pen and wrote the key notes on the book.

For the whole day of the course, he used the textbook of the original owner of the seat. In order to repay the borrowing of the books, Song Jinglan wrote down the key notes of each class in a clear and orderly manner.

At the end of the day, news of the transfer of students from Class 7 spread throughout the entire grade. The school's position changed on the same day, and the students in each class ran outside the doors and windows of Class 7 to peek at the handsome guy.

The previous questions are gone, everyone said: He looks so handsome, and he must be good at studying! Harm, it doesn’t matter if you don’t study well. After all, you are so handsome. If you study well, then God would be too unfair!

Class 7 students quickly accepted the transfer student.

I was also afraid that he would not be able to keep up with the progress of the class, so he would come to ask him if he needed help after every get out of class.

After all, if the results are too bad, the monthly exam will be brushed out!

The girls in Class 7 are firmly in the girls group: you can’t let the school grass fall into other classes! He must be kept!

Lin Feilu, who had just got off the plane and was waiting for the bus, yawned while looking at the group in confusion.

The next day, Lin Feilu, who was absent from classes for a few days, returned to school.

She came very early, after all, the course had been left for so many days, so I wanted to sort it out earlier. When I walked into the classroom, I found that there was already a person in my seat.

He was wearing a blue-and-white uniform of No. 7 Middle School, with broken hair draped thinly on his forehead, and he was looking down at an English exercise. Because he lowered his head, he couldn't see his face clearly, but his upper body was straight, and thin lines were faintly visible under the arms under his half sleeves.

Lin Feilu walked over and knocked on the corner of the table: "Classmate, are you sitting in the wrong position?"

The boy looked up.

At a glance, people fall.

Yan Gou, Lin Feilu, and he was gone.

But I saw the beautiful boy smile softly, half question and half affirmation, his voice was so good that people could get pregnant: "Little deer?"

listen! Whose deer killed him? ? ?

what! It belongs to my family!

Lin Feilu swallowed quietly, calmed himself, and said coldly, "This is my position."

He smiled and nodded: "Well, this is your position."

Song Jinglan found that the owner of this position was completely different from what he had imagined.

She is not small, she does not look good, her facial features are almost aggressive, and she is unforgettable beauty. Ordinary school uniforms can hardly cover long legs and slender waist, with black hair tied high behind his head, youthful and beautiful, yet calm and calm.

It is hard to imagine that such a girl would write words like "Why am I so cute" in a book.

Song Jinglan stood up with his schoolbag. Lin Feilu realized that he was very tall. He had to look up to see him. He heard him say apologetically: "I'm sitting in your place for the time being, sorry. ."

Ah, handsome and polite, exquisite!

No wonder the group news of girls in the class is 999+ every day, she can understand their excitement.

However, his cold goddess cannot collapse, Lin Feilu nodded indifferently: "It's okay."

Song Jinglan: "I also borrowed your textbook."

Lin Feilu: "............?"

Song Jinglan smiled: "I have written all the key points the teacher said in the book for you. You can sort it out."

Wait, he shouldn't see his nonsense, right? ? ?

She tried to find clues from the beautiful facial features of the teenager.

But he just smiled gently. When he looked down at her, his long and dense eyelashes dropped slightly, giving her the illusion of being watched tenderly.

Lin Feilu watched for a long time, and said dryly, "Oh, thank you."

Song Jinglan smiled and walked to the back row of the classroom with his schoolbag.

She stared at him from behind.

His slender and straight back, wide shoulders and narrow waist, surprisingly long legs, is just a common school uniform, but he wears the feeling of high luxury and customization.

Lin Feilu felt that the deer in her heart was alive and dead, dead and alive.

Song Jinglan walked to the back row and sat in the place where everyone usually drew the blackboard. He leaned his back slightly against the wall and stepped on the railing of the chair, continuing to read the exercise book.

Lin Feilu looked at it for a long time and felt pitiful.

She took off her schoolbag and put it away. The young man who walked over to ~www.ltnovel.com~ looked up, her hesitation reflected in her black pupils.

He tilted his head slightly: "What's the matter?"

Lin Feilu said: "Or you should sit with me."

Song Jinglan laughed: "What about you?"

Lin Feilu didn't change her face: "We can share a desk." After she said, she added, "I am a study committee member, so I should."

Song Jinglan accepted her suggestion.

There are only forty students in Class 7, but the classroom is not small, so the gap between the desks is still very wide, more than enough for two stools. It's just that Lin Feilu is closer to the same table, leaving most of the space to him.

Early self-study is English.

Lin Feilu took out his English textbook and turned to the latest chapter.

Sure enough, the handwriting was clear and full of notes.

She turned to the front again and took a look, thinking to herself, he shouldn't see these own ghost symbols?

Lin Feilu took a peek at the young man next to him. He was writing words silently and he noticed her gaze. He turned his head and looked at the English book in her hand again. Finally he raised his lips and smiled: " The vines are beautifully painted."

Lin Feilu: "...?"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, is her goddess persona collapsed? ! !