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Seeing him ask this, Hua Tingjue was curious, "Yes, how did you know?"

Song Yian: "Zhang Zifan just said that."

Wen Yanlin rolled his eyes and said, "Brother Jue, why did you put her in our class?" He didn't want to be in the same class with this Jiang Wangshu.

"Go to school."

This answer would be worse than no answer, and the two brothers remained speechless.

At this time, there was another commotion in the classroom.

Zhang Zhengliang and Jiang Wangshu walked into the classroom, and a group of people started shouting and making a noise.

Someone called out, "Brother Liang, is this the new sister?"

Zhang Zhengliang glared at him and threatened, "Chen Tao, shut up! I'll tell your mother."

Frightened, Chen Tao immediately shut up.

Everyone else was looking at the new transfer student, talking a lot.

"Quiet, quiet!" Zhang Zhengliang yelled twice but to no avail. Hua Tingjue slammed the table and said, "What are you arguing about? Can't you just listen to what Brother Liang has to say?"

He rarely lost his temper, and since the family backgrounds of other students in the international class were not as good as the Hua family's, everyone listened to him. The classroom suddenly fell silent.

Zhang Zhengliang's heart sank again when he saw this. What kind of teacher could treat him like this? Why not just let him be the student and let them be the class teacher?

"Ahem." He stood on the podium and cleared his throat. "This is the new student in our class. From today on, you will join this big family. Students should get along well with each other."

"Please welcome with applause, everyone."

Then the classroom was silent for a few seconds again. Hua Tingjue was the first to applaud, smiling like a worthless person, "Welcome, welcome! Warmly welcome the new students!"

?

The other students in the international class looked at him.

Zhang Zhengliang didn't bother to care about Hua Tingjue. He thought Jiang Wangshu was shy because he had just arrived, so he encouraged him gently, "Introduce yourself. For example, what's your name?"

Jiang Wangshu had a cold and distant expression on his face. He just opened his mouth and said three words, "Jiang Wangshu."

Uh, and then that was it.

That's it?

Silence strikes, scoring three goals.

Many people began to look at this new classmate seriously. She was indeed pretty, but her personality seemed quite arrogant. No one knew where she came from. They had never heard that the Jiang family in Beijing had a new daughter.

Zhang Zhengliang leaned over and asked, "Student Jiang, don't you have anything else to say?"

"No more." Jiang Wangshu shook his head, then turned his head and asked, "Teacher Zhang, where should I sit?"

Zhang Zhengliang reacted from his daze and pointed to the empty seat next to Song Yian in the last row, "You can sit next to Song Yian, there's an empty seat there!"

He also asked Song Yian, "Song Yian, do you have any questions?"

Song Yian replied: "No."

He lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at the rumored Jiang Wangshu. She was pretty and elegant, but she didn't look like the pure and pitiful type that Ajue liked.

If it's not her appearance, then she must have something extraordinary inside. Her personality is cold and aloof, like she's on the top of a mountain, without any of the timidity of a country girl. It seems that she is really not simple.

……

Jiang Wangshu walked towards the back row. When she approached, Hua Tingjue stopped her and said, "Come sit with me."

His invitation shocked everyone in the international class. Did they know each other? It was well known that Hua Tingjue would never sit at the same table with anyone except Song Yian and Wen Yanlin, but today he took the initiative to sit with the transfer student.

It’s tricky!

Mu Xiuzhi concealed the news that Hua Tingjue brought Jiang Wangshu with him. Except for those people who had a say in the major families, no one else knew much about it.

Even Zhang Zifan only found out that Hua Tingjue had a new girlfriend when Chen Chong mentioned it while they were playing basketball.

But this doesn't mean that Wen Yanlin and Song Yian don't know. Wen Yanlin's eyes were almost burning with anger when he looked at Jiang Wangshu, so it was this woman who deceived Brother Jue?

He looked at Jiang Wangshu in front of him. He looked good, but too cold. His eyes gradually moved downwards. Tsk, his outfit was ordinary and a bit rustic. He was so inferior to him.

Jiang Wangshu suddenly glared back at him.

Damn, that’s so scary! Wen Yanlin shrank his head in fear and looked away in fear.

"You're not..." She looked at his deskmate behind him hesitantly, her golden-haired eyes gleaming with anger. What she meant was, don't you already have a deskmate?

Hua Tingjue hurriedly explained: "Linzi wants to move in and sit with Yi An, there is no one next to me."

Wen Yanlin, who was sitting in the chair and wanted to move away, said: …

Huh? Isn't he a human?

He didn't say a word from beginning to end. He couldn't believe what he heard. He looked at his good brother in confusion. What did he mean?

Unexpectedly, Hua Tingjue had already started moving his books to the back row, and kept urging him, "Hurry up, Linzi, you and Yi'an can sit down."

"Why? Why should I give up the seat to her just because she comes?" Wen Yanlin was very unhappy and sat there without leaving.

In the stalemate, Hua Tingjue moved closer and said with gritted teeth: "I'll let you drive the sports car my brother gave me first."

Wen Yanlin was tempted and agreed readily, "Deal." He had been coveting it for a long time, and he thought that a cool limited edition sports car was perfect for a trendy boy like him.

So the two of them happily changed seats, and Jiang Wangshu also sat down and prepared to listen to the class.

Although Song Yian didn't say anything, his eyes stayed on Jiang Wangshu from beginning to end. The closer he got to her, the more he could feel that she was not an ordinary girl, whether it was her eyes or the aura around her. No wonder Ajue was so bewitched by her.

He should be more careful next time.

This class was Zhang Zhengliang's math class. Seeing Jiang Wangshu sitting down safely, he began to lecture, "Everyone, open your books. Today we will continue to talk about functions."

No one in the class was listening, especially on an unusual day like today, everyone was quietly looking towards the back row.

But the person involved, Jiang Wangshu, looked up and listened to the class seriously, not paying attention to what was happening outside. Hua Tingjue handed her a math book and said, "I'll get you a new set of textbooks later. You can use them for now."

Jiang Wangshu nodded, lowered his head to read the book, and raised his eyebrows in surprise. This book was not just new, but was from last semester.

She silently pushed the book away, took out her own test paper and started doing exercises, immersed in her own strategy of solving a large number of questions as usual.

Her every move was out of tune with the international class and naturally sparked discussion.

Someone in the front row couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my god, this transfer student is working so hard? Is he trying to get into Kyoto University?" The sarcastic joke made everyone around him burst out laughing.

"I guess it's just pretend."

"I think so too. If you want to pretend, why not go to the Evergreen class next door? Those bastards love to pretend the most, huh."

Suddenly someone spat, "Why are you bringing up those unlucky people for no reason?"

With Jiang Wangshu sitting next to him, Hua Tingjue's heart inexplicably calmed down. He followed her example, took out the exercise book assigned by Teacher Sang, and started writing.

He got stuck again after just a few questions. He carefully poked Jiang Wangshu with his elbow and asked in a low voice: "How do you calculate this?"

Jiang Wangshu looked at his notebook helplessly. When she saw the question that made him stop, her expression froze. She glanced at Zhang Zhengliang who was lecturing passionately at the podium, and whispered to him about trigonometric functions.

Perhaps because he had become familiar with Jiang Wangshu, he finally asked a question that he usually did not dare to ask Teacher Sang, "Why is sin30° equal to one-half?"

Jiang Wangshu: “…”

"Why are you called Hua Tingjue?"

"My mother took it."

"It does, too."

"what?"