After saying this, the young man with peach eyes stepped back and picked up the school uniform jacket he put on next to the office chair.

The whole audience was silent and the atmosphere was as cold as ice, so he walked out in a scattered manner.

It was far away, and the voice was scattered in the wind, a little low.

A boy of this age has reached the voice change period, half of whom still retains the clear childhood voice, while the other half sounds like an adult.

His voice is low, magnetic, low and cold.

I couldn't hear what he was saying, but the students outside burst into laughter.

A teacher finally found a reason to break the deadlock and shouted loudly at the students outside: "Which class is from? The principal's office is not a place for you to go wild, go wherever you should go!"

The boys outside were eager to escape and immediately dispersed in the shape of birds and beasts.

*

"Science is good... Then I will be elected as a science subject and go to Class 27. What do you think?"

After reading the files, Sun Xibai held a golden pen and circled it. He was just in his early thirties and was the principal who had just taken office a few months ago. After such a big show, he tried his best to maintain the principal's majesty.

Lu Xingyin sat at the table, and Ji Bingfeng leaned over to check the performance tables of each class together.

There were a large number of people on the table, blocking their sight, and they could only see dense forms.

"Class 27 is also the signature class for our second year of high school. That problem student just now." He wrinkled his nose and Lu Xingyin raised his eyes.

"The results are good. When I entered the school, the top scorer in the middle school entrance examination and the first place in the competition were often troublesome. He asked him to write a review in the office, but he dared to play minesweeping!"

——And also broke his computer password!

After the principal complained, he looked at Ji Bingfeng again, as if he had remembered something from the other party's identity, and quickly came to make up for it: "Oh, that child is also from the Gu family..." and then smiled.

Ji Bingfeng also smiled: "Mr. Gu is now helping to take charge of the board of directors. The two families have been in love for decades. Next time they meet their two children, Xingyin wants to call him brother. That child has been different from others since he was a child, and his temper is like this."

He turned around and asked Lu Xingyin: "What do you think?"

Lu Xingyin looked at the paper in front of him with dragons and phoenixes writing chemical equations.

The boy's passionate eyes seemed to appear in front of him again, looking at him with a smile.

He folded it up and put it into the cuffs and said, "Okay."

*

Lu Xingyin from Qingmo No. 7 Middle School has heard that many years ago, the banners and health products advertisements in Dongtong City Bookstore said, "Qingmo 58 sets of secret scrolls to help you go to Tsinghua University", "Qingmo students reveal the secrets: This is how famous schools learn. "Qingmo students don't eat anything, use this to nourish their brains", but they are all a long time ago.

At that time, Lu Xingyin was probably less than five or six years old. He remembered very early and had an amazing memory. He knew how terrible Qingmo's 100% undergraduate admission rate and the 40 or 50 Tsing and Peking University students were - in Dongtong City, a place where he could not have had a Tsing and Peking University students for more than ten years.

At Dongtong No. 1 Middle School, any student who can pass the first batch of undergraduate courses is worth celebrating with great fanfare.

However, in recent years, private schools have emerged, hiring high-quality teachers with high salaries, and attracting a large number of high-quality students with the hardware conditions of "noble standards". Gradually, both teacher resources and students have been replaced. Many public high schools that once shined have gradually disappeared, and Qingmo No. 7 Middle School is one of them.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even so, the name of a century-old prestigious school is still there, and its momentum is there.

A red school motto is scrolling on the announcement screen of the second-year high school teaching building: My life is limited, but I know it is limited. The classroom is half old, but it is spacious and bright, with air conditioning and multimedia equipment available.

It is class time now, and the entire teaching building is quiet, and occasionally there will be aloud reading sounds of high-rise liberal arts classes.

After Ji Bingfeng accompanied Lu Xingyin to prepare the dormitory, he took him to the downstairs of the teaching building: "Then I will pick you up on the weekend and put a new cell phone in your luggage. If there is anything, you can call home. If it is an urgent matter, it will be the same for you to directly contact Principal Sun."

Lu Xingyin nodded and watched Ji Bingfeng leave.

The second-year high school teaching building is in the shape of a back-shaped structure, with four floors standing side by side and connected by a bridge.

There are big red score banners in the middle of the entrances on both sides of the east and west sides. The liberal arts and science subjects are separated, with a total of 600 people in each subject, and the scores from first to 600 are clearly ranked.

The most eye-catching thing on the banner is not the first grade score, but the ultra-low scores in the last row from top to bottom. All the students in Class 27 were circled out with green highlighters.

Lu Xingyin took a look and then walked in.

The teachers' offices were unified on the first floor. Lu Xingyin knocked on the door and entered one of them and asked, "Hello, teachers, please disturb me. I am a new transfer student in Class 27. I would like to ask where the office of the teacher in Class 27 is?"

The entire office was empty, and the remaining teachers were busy with their own things. After looking at each other for a few times, they did not answer his questions.

Only a male teacher leaning against the door was correcting the test paper. Hearing this, he looked up at him.

Lu Xingyin saw that his badge read: Chen Chong, Chemistry Group.

"Transfer students in Class 27?"

Chen Chong thought for a while: "Class 27...that's the next class I teach." He turned around and asked a female teacher at the other end of the office: "Did Teacher Qin in Class 27 resign a few days ago?"

This time, the teachers finally spoke: "Yes, a new teacher will be transferred here in a few days."

Teacher Chen then put down the test paper and turned on the computer, and said slowly: "Your class teacher is not here. Wait a minute, I'll help you check the class schedule for Class 27... Oh, here. Your math teacher is the deputy class teacher. It's just right now that you are math class, so you can go and find him. Class 27 is on the third floor to the east, and go up the stairs to the middle classroom on the third floor. Can you find it?"

Lu Xingyin nodded and said, "I can find it, thank you."

"You're welcome."

The class bell rang for less than twenty minutes.

When Lu Xingyin passed by, he heard a strong and powerful and passionate scolding inside: "You are in the second grade of high school, not in the second grade of elementary school! Look at your score, you can afford to lose this face, I can't afford to lose this! I brought two classes 1 and your Class 27, and I had to say, ah, the students in the Sunshine Class are better than your parallel classes. Are you smarter than you? You must say that, you feel comfortable in your heart? Then why are you all two eyes, one nose and one mouth? You are the only one who is not good at it? Looking at the twenty parallel classes in the grade, you are also the worst!"

The math teacher was short and fat. He drank a sip of water, his tone eased, and his voice became Buddhist: "I specially counted the paper correction this time. There were forty people in the class, and only two people who did this question, one was Meng Congzhou and the other was Cai Jing."

Someone below responded with a smile: "Gu Fangwei can do it too! He just won't take the exam."

"Can he do it, are you him?" The math teacher's sudden Buddhist sect did not last long, and his fire suddenly surged up again, "Stand outside for me! Is there anything great about solving this question? This is the triangle identity transformation in the first semester of high school, the first application question!! It doesn't even involve interval transformation!! What are you proud of?? Is it because I am a student and have a sense of superiority, right?"

A boy stood outside in shame.

The whole class burst into laughter, and everyone's eyes followed the boy, and then they found that there was a deer standing by the door.

It became quiet again.

The boy next to the door was thin, white, and looked very delicate, and he wore a red rope around his neck.

Lu Xingyin stood there, her spine straight, her calm and gentle look, looking like a good student.

Mathematics teacher Song Li noticed him and thought he was a student sent by a teacher from another class to inform him, frowned: "—What's the matter?"

"Hello, teacher, I'm a transfer student, I just came here today." Lu Xingyin's voice was faint, "Other teachers said that the head teacher was not here, so I asked me to come to you directly."

"Oh--transfer student." The class quickly became commotion. After the girls in the back row saw his appearance clearly, they discussed excitedly: "Damn, so handsome! Lock down!! Is he really a transfer student?!"

Song Li pinched his brow with his thick and fat fingers, and thought for a moment: "Teacher Qin seemed to have told me before he left the job-"

I said that there is a related household who wants to transfer to Class 27, so I asked him to help me with it.

There is no frequent transfer of high school students in the second year of high school. Generally, transfers are either coming back to repeat the school after the college entrance examination, or changing schools before the first grade of high school students.

Class 27 was originally a class at the end of the crane in the whole grade, with all kinds of demons dancing around. At this time, another family came. Song Li was one of the first and two big ones, so he didn't like it.

He is so beautiful and well-behaved. According to Song Li's experience, the better he looks in the class, the more trouble he can make! In romance novels, it is something that can make more than four girls abortions for him!

He pinched his eyebrows again, with anger that had not been suppressed just now, and his tone was not very good: "What's the name? Which school transferred it?"

Lu Xingyin said: "Lu Xingyin, I didn't go to high school before."

The class whispered to each other, and the eyes of his eyes looked at him were a little unbelievable.

——Didn’t go to high school?

"We are in the second class of high school." Song Li felt that his migraine was about to be in trouble again. "Whether our school is parallel or sunshine, the teaching progress is the same. After learning all high school courses in the second semester of the second year of high school, the third year of high school will undergo a three-round review. Have you not been to high school, and have you learned the content of the first year of high school?"

——How could I recruit such a transfer student!

Lu Xingyin shook her head.

He actually didn't know why the Huo family had to start studying from the second year of high school. In short, that's how it was arranged.

There was booing in the class.

A girl in the back row let go of her voice and smiled: "Welcome to join the poor student team! What does it matter if the teacher is not up or down? Our progress may be worse than his!"

"Yes!" the others echoed and cheered, "Welcome to join the scumbag team!"

There was another burst of laughter.

Song Li ignored the joking and making noise and asked again: "Have you learned it at all?"

Lu Xingyin hesitated for a moment.

After the high school entrance examination, he opened a repair shop directly. The only subject that he had knowledge reserves in high school was the only subject of chemistry - the difficulty of the chemistry competition in junior high school was almost the same as the level of high school textbooks and the slightly more difficult junior high school textbooks.

Lu Xingyin shook her head and said, "No."

"Then you are not easy to deal with." Song Li said bluntly, "It is best to start your first year of high school. If you start from the second year of high school, you will not be able to keep up. What about your parents? I'll tell them, there must be something wrong with this allocation."

Lu Xingyin paused and said, "They are not here."

After thinking about it, I chose another word that sounds sincere: "I will learn it seriously, teacher."

Song Li is 34 years old this year. After graduating from a normal school, he has been taking students for many years and is well-informed. He has also seen students like Lu Xingyin. It is nothing more than parents who are eager to be quick, and the children also feel that it is embarrassing to repeat the grade and read it again for the first year of high school.

Although it would be no harm to him if he had a more student in the class - if he could barely go to the undergraduate line with a sip of milk, he would have a reward of 5,000 yuan, but his professional responsibilities made him more cautious.

He looked at Lu Xingyin, put down the chalk in his hand, and clapped his hands.

"In this way, I'll give you a question and write it out. You can stay in the second grade of high school, otherwise you'd better go back to the first grade."

Lu Xingyin was stunned.
To be continued...