The sweet smell of citrus

Although she is still the first in the grade in terms of total score, but such a first... After all, it is not beautiful.

Turning on the desk lamp to dissipate the darkness of the night, Song Yi spread out the math review outline, and began to study the questions while listening to the original English sound.

Song Yi solved the questions very quickly. After all, to get this score, his IQ must not be low.

But... Song Yi knows himself. He is considered a top student, but he is not a natural student. To maintain such a top honor in a school like Jiang Ke, hard work is essential.

After completing the outline within the stipulated time and speeding up the English listening alone, the alarm clock rang again.

That's right, at 11:20, it's time to start preparing for a break.

She was not in love with fighting, and after spending a minute packing her things, she went into the bathroom.

Hair parted, rubbed with peach-flavored essence oil, and quickly washed face with mild facial cleanser. Due to economic constraints, Song Yi did not have the ability to buy big-name skin care products, but she was within the ability to buy choose the one that suits you best.

after all--

She took out her mobile phone, logged on to the campus forum, entered gossip posts anonymously, and found a post dedicated to sniping at herself. She watched it in reverse for 5 minutes, clicked twice, and said to the smiling face in the mirror:

"Song Yi, you are truly an arsonist."

"Why are you so good?"

"She is at the top of her studies and behaves like a warm spring breeze. She is the goddess of Class [-] and [-] of high school, and even the entire Jiangke No. [-] High School."

"Great job today."

"Good night, I hope tomorrow—"

"Still so happy."

At 11:40 p.m., Song Yi fell asleep on time.You can't stay up late just because you are young and have capital, and to be admired and envied by others, in addition to having grades, popularity, and the most important thing is to look good.

Who can refuse a sweet girl like a peach, who raises her lips and smiles?

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the next day.

The weather was slightly dry, Song Yi put on an extra face cream before leaving home.

After arriving at school, I looked through the memo, hey, it was another day of repetition, I felt a little irritable in my mind, but after thinking about it...

Another day to repeat, another day to be envied by others.

Same as yesterday, after the routine greetings, Song Yi began to work hard on her own, but what was different from yesterday was that after the third class today, the head teacher called her to the office.

It looks... quite solemn.

What's the matter?

Chapter 2 Meeting, the daily life of high school students officially kicked off

As a municipal private high school, the office of Jiang Ke No. [-] High School is a small independent state. Basically, every teacher has his own small room, which is very private.

At this moment, Song Yi was standing where she always stood, listening to the head teacher praise her.

Ah, although she is indeed very good, the math teacher is quite reserved, so——

What's the matter?

After smiling for 5 minutes, the math teacher finally got to the point.

"Song Yi, you are the monitor of our class, and you are also a very obedient and popular child."

"So I feel that this matter at hand... must be done by you."

"Puchi." Song Yi smiled lightly, "Teacher, you like to talk like this. What's the matter? You want to talk about it specially?"

"The thing is, tomorrow, a transfer student will come to our class."

"Transfer student?" Song Yi's face showed a bit of curiosity. Jiangke No. [-] High School's entry requirements are not low. I heard that the principal of this school is also a xx character. She has been in school for three years and has rarely heard of semester. Such things as transfer students can appear in colleges and universities.

For this to happen, it either means that the person who came was a top pick, or...well, the top pick.

The math teacher obviously felt a little troublesome, "A student transferred from the next city."

"That's it." Song Yi showed her original expression, and after she nodded, a smile soon appeared on her face, "Then teacher, did you ask me to come over to let me take care of this new student?"

"almost."

"However, you have a little more to do than care."

In the next 10 minutes, after Song Yi listened to the math teacher's comprehensive description of the transfer student, after listening to the description, she probably knew what she was going to do.

"So... the teacher wants to arrange the transfer student to be my deskmate?" Song Yi pointed to her chin, "Then let me take this classmate along so that she can integrate into the class more quickly?"

The math teacher showed satisfaction, "That's almost what it means."

The teacher and the student talked for a while in the office.

The math teacher originally thought this was a bit embarrassing. After all, he is now in the third year of high school. Song Yi is the kind of student who plunges into study. He may not have enough time to review all day long.

Suddenly someone needs to set aside some time to take care of a transfer student...

But that was the request from above, and the headmaster called directly, saying that he wanted Song Yi to take him by name.

It was Song Yi who was quite unexpected. She didn't finish her sentence, and she understood it by herself.

Thinking of this, the math teacher couldn't help but look at Song Yi with admiration. He knew the elegance of the string song, no wonder he was very popular.

After receiving the teacher's thank you light wave, Song Yi smiled, "Then math teacher, if you're all right, I'll go back to class?"