Early autumn.

The sun is lazily blowing down, with a little morning breeze, which is not cool, nor is it as hot as the hot summer, adding a little bit of laziness.

To be fair, Shuzhan came too late, even early—and there were still 40 minutes left before the school’s required return time.

Like her, she has always been able to check out the spots, so it is really rare to get up once early like this.

But at this time, both at the school gate and several teaching buildings were surrounded and blocked.

Most of them are ignorant first-year high school students, wearing their summer vacation clothes, stepping into the new school gate, and then joining others in search of their own name on the billboard.

As soon as Shu Zhan approached the bulletin board, several acquaintances came up to her and smiled brightly as if they saw her: "Shu Zhan, do you know that you are in Class 12 - hahahahahaha!"

According to the order of class divisions in the last semester, Class 1 is Class 0, Class 2,3 and 4 are key classes, and the rest are all parallel classes.

Before the class division, Shu Zhan was in Class 2.

Class 12 was the worst class in the whole grade at that time.

Shu Zhan raised her eyebrows and said nothing more, squeezing into the bulletin board by taking advantage of her height, the first person in Class 12 of Grade 2 (12) was her name.

The next few familiar names are all chosen for liberal arts, and their grades in the liberal arts were not bad in the last semester.

She glanced at the class one more time, and the first few names on it were as always, and they never came down from the honor list of last semester. It seemed that the class division list was still based on their final grades.

I didn't see that name.

With his virtue... Even if he is not among the top few, he will not be able to enter the first class. There are fifty names on a piece of paper, Shu Zhan looked at him dazzled, and he did not intend to find it deliberately, so he withdrew his gaze.

The classmate who was joking with her was frustrated and stood aside with grievance. A girl next to her laughed and said, "Don't fool us Sister Shu. Who can't tell the way of class division this time? The science class counts according to the numbers and the liberal arts class counts backwards. This way, our sister Shu is in Class 0 of the liberal arts!"

The boy scratched his head and bowed in a pretentious manner, "Congratulations to Sister Shu for getting what he wanted and entering Class 0 of the liberal arts with the best score of the first place. I wish Sister Shu maintained her grades and successfully admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University. We are calling you in Class 2!"

Shu Zhan patted his shoulder, "Good mouth and tongue."

However, he still smiled with his eyebrows down, said goodbye to several people, and lazily carried his bag and found his own class.

There were less than ten people in the class, and Shu Zhan glanced casually and had no acquaintances. When filling out the liberal arts and science division last semester, the number of people who chose liberal arts in their class was the smallest, eight, all of whom were girls.

When she first came to this school, she and her first-year high school best friend had agreed to choose a liberal arts together. In the end, she insisted on joining the embrace of Class 0 of Science without hesitation.

Shu Zhan put his bag heavily on the table with expressionless face.

There was an umbrella and a frosted pencil case in her bag. She used some effort and made a lot of noise when pressing on the table.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a timid female voice: "Same, classmate?"

This is the first row of the classroom doors, two tables, and a girl sits in the corridor on the right, with a low ponytail, a small and white face, wearing a pink and white shirt, like cotton candy, and looks quite cute.

Shu Zhan's schoolbag was thrown on her desk.

...a strong sense of guilt.

She adjusted her facial expression and showed a friendly and gentle smile: "I'm sorry, I didn't scare you, are you?"

Shu Zhan is 1.68 meters tall, among girls of the same age, she is already very tall. She weighs less than 100 yuan, has slender limbs, and her fat school uniform does not hide her temperament, but makes her eye-catching among a group of people wearing school uniforms.

Especially with this gentle smile, the willow eyebrows were slightly raised, making her lazy and her affinity was even more full.

The little girl blushed at that time.

"No, no."

Shu Zhan smiled, and she put her schoolbag on the table beside the door on the left and asked, "Can I sit here?"

She has no acquaintances in this class, so the eight girls may not be all in this class, and they are probably scattered everywhere.

Since she was divided into classes, she also made plans to get to know her classmates again.

The girl nodded busyly: "Yes!"

She was really well-behaved. After Shu Zhan sat in, she watched her lying on the table and stared at the small blackboard in front of her. She was sick and seemed to have not woken up. She patiently went to talk to the girl and realized that her name was Ning Jianwei and she had transferred from another place to study.

No wonder this is all the second year of high school. Only she has not worn a school uniform at the beginning of school, probably she hasn't received it yet.

After a while, two girls from Class 2 walked in side by side and saw Shu Zhan at first sight. Out of the human nature of being surrounded by people, they sat down in the back row of Shu Zhan and chatted quietly.

Ning saw that Wei didn't like talking very much, Shu Zhan lowered her head and browsed her Weibo, and felt bored, so she turned around and chatted with the two girls.

Unexpectedly, the two girls seemed to have discovered something interesting, and they looked out the window and in the classroom.

"Shuzhan Shuzhan, how many boys do you think there will be in our class? We just looked for it on the class division schedule, and there are not many-"

It is reasonable to have few boys in the liberal arts class.

What's more, this is a class zero in liberal arts.

It was eight o'clock when I returned to school, and now it was seven o'clock, and most of the students had already arrived in the classroom. Shu Zhan looked over and saw that the whole class was full of girls, with only a few boys mixed in the crowd, holding the group pitifully.

She couldn't help but smile quietly.

"We have now counted seven boys," one of the girls looked around, "There are fifteen minutes left, it's more powerful, and it's going to break ten at one point!"

What a boring game.

Shu Zhan thought.

But I actually watched boys with them, which was boring...

At 7:58, the bell rings and lives up to expectations. There were thirteen boys sitting in the classroom.

However, compared to the prescribed 50 people in a group, these thirteen boys seem to be pitifully few.

At the same time, the head teacher also walked into the classroom door with the file bag.

This is the Chinese teacher from Class 1. Shu Zhan remembers his name. There are many people in the class from Class 1 and he has taught them. When he entered the first year of junior high school, the class became lively.

Ning Jianwei, who was sitting next to Shu Zhan, hurriedly stood up, reminding Shu Zhan that whenever a teacher passed by, they also had such a serious manner.

She held her chin and looked out involuntarily because she leaned against the classroom door.

It seems that everyone is here now? The seats in the class seem to be full, without unfinished stools.

The liberal arts class and the science class are separated by two rows of classrooms, and they are not in the same corridor at all. Now she has no contact with the science class.

I can't see him anymore.

Well, I haven't spoken for a whole year and I'm not in the same class anymore and I won't say hello when I meet on the road. It seems that after entering Class 0, he's become much lonely and cold.

However, when Shu Zhan met him in No. 1 Middle School, he was still surprised.

I thought that with his family, he should have attended the private school established in the past few years, which brought together almost the best teachers in the province. No. 1 Middle School still has the title of the first public, but it is not as good as before. With the rise of private schools, many teachers were dug up.

The electric fan was spinning and making a "creaking" sound. The classroom was silent, listening to the head teacher's name. He walked to the classroom door and closed the door--

At this time, the door was pushed open again.

The boy was against the light, his school uniform jacket was hanging loosely on his body, his zipper was open, revealing his plaid shirt, he held a bag on one shoulder, and lazily supported the door with one hand. As the class bell officially rang, a light and slight voice came: "Sorry, I'm late. I'm not late, right?"

The tone was calm, and there was no guilt in the search.

A vague sound of breathing came from the classroom.

Shu Zhan's face suddenly sank, and he wanted to use a book to block his face with a conditioned reflex - but he forgot that he only brought a pencil case.

So I had to lower my head.

Her position is not good at all.

The first group is in the first row, right next to the front door, and you can see her at the first glance when you open the door.

But how could it be him?

Jiang Yuanting, who has been ranked among the top three in the previous academic year for the rest of the year, has never fallen from the honor list, whether it is the six monthly exams or the nine mid-term exams. If it weren’t for the three liberal arts students joining in the mid-term exams, he would be the most deserving first in a row.

Baby in Class 0 of Science.

How could it appear at the door of Class 0 of Arts and Liberal Arts?

The head teacher seemed to have learned the news, and the expression on his face flew in a flash, and then said lightly: "There is no place in the classroom. Classmate Jiang, you can go to the next class to move a set of seats."

Jiang Yuanting said "Oh", walked out of the classroom door with a swagger with a swagger.

The class then exploded.

"I'm not mistaken, Jiang Jiang Jiang Jiang Yuanting is in our class?"

"Why did he come to the liberal arts class to harm us?"

Most of the girls in the class were, and many people secretly agreed to this scholar in their first year of high school. But Xu Guixu, when this person really became a classmate in their class, he was flattered and had a strong sense of crisis.

Especially the male compatriots in the class.

Such words "Finally there is a boy who is pleasing to the eye" have been mentioned more than once amid the endless discussions.

Before the head teacher got angry to rectify the discipline, the door was kicked open again and the classroom returned to silence.
Chapter completed!