"That's it," Old Xu was stunned, "then I hope you can like me too. It's a bit troublesome to switch to science class now."

"Oh." Jiang Cheng looked at his face.

Lao Xu looked at him for a while and then laughed. He also laughed for a long time. The class teacher was quite interesting.

After the preparatory bell for the first class rang, Lao Xu took a file bag and put it under his arm, touched a USB flash drive and put it in his pocket: "Come on, I'll take you to the class."

"Yes." Jiang Cheng threw his schoolbag on his shoulders and followed him out of the office.

According to Lao Xu's opinion, the school of No. 4 Middle School is not very good, but the campus is quite large, but the layout of the teaching building is a bit unique. Other classes are divided by grades, and the liberal arts classes in grades two and three were taken out and placed in a three-story old building, with the middle of the stairs as the boundary, the second grade on the left and third grade on the right.

Jiang Cheng felt that he was about to become a fan of fatalism. Even if he changed his studies, he could be arranged in a broken building. The floor was still wooden. The ancient floor that could not be seen in nature made people always worry that he could fall from the third floor to the first floor by stomping his feet.

"This building is an old building," Lao Xu introduced it to him, "Don't underestimate it. The design is very scientific. Teachers do not need to use meter or increase their voices when teaching in the classroom here. The students in the back row can also hear it clearly."

"Oh." Jiang Cheng nodded.

"Our class is on the third floor," Lao Xu continued, "I can't see much farther away from climbing up the high ground, and I still have a vision to look at the playground."

"Yes." Jiang Cheng continued to nod.

"Where is our school..." Old Xu said as he walked, turned the corner of the stairs and looked up, suddenly shouting in a low voice, "Gu Fei! You are late again!"

This name made Jiang Cheng unable to help but raise his eyebrows, and then looked up. A person who was slowly going upstairs in front turned his head, holding a bag of milk in his mouth.

Despite the backlight, Jiang Cheng still recognized that it was indeed Gu Fei at a glance, not the same name and surname.

"Mr. Xu," Gu Fei said vaguely with milk in his mouth, and glanced at Jiang Cheng's face. Perhaps like Jiang Cheng, he was no longer surprised by this kind of meeting.

"I'm late and still shaking, why don't you climb up!" Old Xu pointed at him, "I'm so lazy just after school starts!"

Gu Fei didn't say anything, turned around and took a few steps to climb the stairs and disappeared into the corridor on the third floor.

This No. 4 Middle School is indeed incomparable to its previous school. Now the bells of class ring and the teachers have entered the classroom. There are many students in the corridor who have no intention of entering the classroom at all, leaning on the railings to chat.

The second grader was lazy and lazy. Jiang Cheng turned around and looked at the third grader, and he looked like a bird. He looked at it again, but he didn't see Gu Fei who had just come up.

Old Xu entered the classroom by the stairs. Jiang Cheng followed behind and looked at the door frame. There was a sign saying, "Great 2nd Year 8."

8, and finally there is something that makes him happy, although he doesn't know where an 8 can make him rich.

There were also many people standing in the corridor outside Class 8. When they saw Lao Xu entering the classroom, they didn't move. When they saw Jiang Cheng entering the classroom, they probably came in because they wanted to watch.

Lao Xu stood on the podium, looking at the dozens of people who had been silent below, and seemed to be patiently waiting for everyone to calm down.

During this process, Jiang Cheng kept standing by the podium, accepting various gazes and low-key discussions.

He felt quite awkward, although if someone stared at him, he would usually stare back, "What are you looking at" had no deterrent effect on him. But now dozens of people in a class are staring at him, and he is a little confused. If there are too many goals, he will lose his target, and all his faces are connected.

The irritable god twisted in his body. He pressed the fire and looked at Lao Xu. Lao Xu still looked at dozens of people who could not calm down with a quiet look on his face.

He suddenly felt that he had made some mistakes in his judgment of the head teacher. He was not kind, he should be the kind of good guy who had no intimidation to the students at all.

After a while, this state had no intention of ending at all. Jiang Cheng, who was struggling on the verge of explosion, couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to wait for them to be silent?"

Old Xu turned his head and looked at him.

At the same time, dozens of people who had been buzzing like magic sounds suddenly became quiet.

Once Jiang Cheng's fire comes up, it is a bit difficult to control. He usually tries to control it before the fire comes up. If he can't control it, he will love whoever he loves.

Now he was put here and stood like a fool for at least three minutes, and was stared at by dozens of people and discussed it. For him, he was simply taking a pack of explosives and detonating between his legs.

The eggs are bursting, there is no me in this world.

"Okay, let me introduce it..." Old Xu clapped his face with a smile.

"Jiang Cheng, I've transferred to school," Jiang Cheng interrupted his words in a calm voice, "Can I sit down?"

Old Xu was stunned.

Someone whistled in the classroom, and suddenly there was a shout again, mixed with a few louder sounds: "It's pretty awesome!"

"Then you sit, just sit..." Old Xu looked backwards, "Just there, Gu Fei, raise your hand."

From the first row to the last row, his heads turned backwards like beating drums and passing flowers, and Jiang Cheng's eyes followed him all the way back.

I saw Gu Fei sitting in the last row, stepping on the edge of the table bucket, and biting half a fried dough stick in his mouth.

Jiang Cheng suddenly felt a kind of power in his body crying, encouraging him to write a book called "The King of Routines" All the coincidences in the world belong to me.

Gu Fei raised his hand perfunctorily.

Jiang Cheng used to sit in the back row at school, and the seats of the whole class would be rotated once a week to ensure that everyone could sit in the front row, but every time he would change back to the last row by himself.

He likes the back seat, which is quiet and not disturbed, and it is easy to sleep and walk out of the back door.

But now the back row is sitting so hard that he doesn't feel very comfortable.

The tables and chairs are all in a mess and not aligned, and the position is small. Don’t push the wall with a back apart, and no one is quiet.

Chatting, playing with mobile phones, and eating fried dough sticks next to him.

Jiang Cheng was speechless. Although he had nothing to make teachers comfortable in school except for his grades, he was still in a school that could compete with key high schools for admission and key rates. He had never experienced this kind of atmosphere of class and tea party.

When he took out the book and opened it to listen to Lao Xu's lecture, he felt like a lunatic in the eyes of the people next to him.

Gu Fei didn't chat with anyone or sleep. He just lowered his head and stuffed it into his ears, and started listening to music.

A boy at the front table began to arch the table back, then turned his face and shouted: "Dafei."

Shake the table.

"Big Fly."

Shake the table.

"Oh Dafei."

Shake the table.

"Big flying?"

Jiang Cheng stared at the words on the book, slapped the man in the head and slapped the man in the head and did multiple-choice questions. Finally, he reached out and pulled off the plug in Gu Fei's ear.

Gu Fei glanced at him, and he stared at Gu Fei without saying a word.

"Dafei, hey, Dafei." The person in front of him arched the table again.

"Yes." Gu Fei responded, still looking at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng looked at him indifferently.

"You borrow the camera and use it, and I will return it to you tomorrow." said the person in front.

"No borrowing." Gu Fei turned his face away.

"Fuck, don't be stingy, I'll just take two pictures." The man said.

"Get out." Gu Fei said simply, put on his headphones and continued to listen to music.

"Just use it for one night," the man arched the table again, "I'll give it back to you tomorrow morning."

The table shook.

"Fuck, Dafei, Dafei..." The man continued to arch the table.

Jiang Cheng really didn't understand why he had to go to class and said, why he had to arch the table and said, why he was so persistent when he was rejected, and he didn't understand why Gu Fei was unwilling to borrow a camera, why he was so arrogant, and why he could tolerate epilepsy on the table.

He raised his legs and kicked the man in front of him hard.

The noise was quite loud, and there was a bang.

The man was kicked so hard that he rushed forward and hit the table.

"Fuck?" The man turned his head suddenly.

All the students around him also stared at him.

"Please don't hit the table," Jiang Cheng looked at him and said calmly, "Thank you."
Chapter completed!