Picked up a crying bag

The next day, even though she was going to report to school today, Jing Ji didn't deliberately get up early.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon when I woke up.

When she arrived at school, Jing Ji casually found a teacher and told her that she was a new transfer from Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School. Then the teacher took her to the head teacher.

The head teacher of Class [-] and [-] of high school looks to be around forty years old. He is a male teacher with a little bald head and a big belly.

He looks kind and friendly, and looks easy to get along with.

The class teacher first took a serious look at Jing Ji.

Jing Ji looked at the class teacher with a big heart.

After more than ten seconds, Jing Ji suddenly remembered that she was a student standing in front of the class teacher.

His provocative eyes like "what are you looking at?"

Jing Ji withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and stood there like an obedient student.

At this time, the class teacher in front of him coughed twice, and said, "Is it Jing Ji?"

It's a bit strange.

Hearing the teacher call him that, Jing Ji's facial features were all wrinkled together, and the teacher simply couldn't see it.

Jing Ji nodded her head in response to the class teacher's words.

Seeing the students in front of him nodding, Fang Dezhi nodded too.

When he first saw this student, although his face was displeased and his expression was a bit impatient, his standing posture was straight and upright.

Seeing this student standing quietly in front of him, with his head bowed and an obedient appearance, Fang Dezhi felt even more satisfied.

It should be that he is not familiar with the new place, so he looks impatient.

Look, won't the kid be good after staying for a while?

Teacher Fang Dezhi succeeded in convincing himself.

He took a sip of tea, cleared his throat and said, "My name is Fang Dezhi. You can call me Teacher Fang from now on. I teach Chinese in class three, and my class is just over 20 minutes away. Sit in the office for a while, and I will take you to class later."

Teacher Fang Dezhi pointed to the opposite of his desk, which was next to Jing Ji, and motioned him to sit down.

Jing Ji was not polite either, and sat opposite Teacher Fang Dezhi.

"Jing Ji, it's been two weeks since school started, why did you come to the school to report now?" Teacher Fang Dezhi clasped his pink plastic teacup in both hands, as if planning to have a long talk with Jing Ji.

"Of course, don't be nervous, the teacher is just asking, and chatting if there is nothing interesting."

Jing Ji secretly glanced at the weirdly steaming pink teacup, lowered her head and said, "Ah, it's troublesome to transfer to another school, so I'm slow."

"That's right, you transferred from City B, so it's really troublesome to be so far away." Fang Dezhi expressed understanding: "Then you must not be used to it when you first came here. If you feel that there are difficulties there, you can come to the teacher, you understand?"

"En." Hearing this obviously accented words, Jing Ji responded in a low voice.

"Then why do you want to transfer?" Teacher Fang Dezhi asked.

Why do you want to transfer schools?

Is it a reason that the man's son transferred to that school, and that he no longer has a place to stay?

"I want to change the environment, the pressure of competition in City B is too great." Jing Ji thought of a reason casually.

Fang Dezhi was stunned, nodded and said: "Your previous school was one of the best in City B, and there will indeed be pressure."

The two chatted with questions and answers for nearly 10 minutes. The school bell rang once, and Teacher Fang Dezhi still seemed very interested in Jing Ji.

At the end of the chat, Jing Ji was secretly playing with the phone under the desk and perfunctory in person.

Another bell rang, and only then did Teacher Fang Dezhi say: "Let's go, I'll take you to class."

Hearing Fang Dezhi's words, Jing Ji breathed a sigh of relief, put his phone in his sweater pocket, and followed Teacher Fang Dezhi to Class Two and Three.

Class two and three of high school.

Before entering the door, Jing Ji heard the noise inside, but when the person in front of her entered, the classroom instantly became quiet.

Jing Ji followed Fang Dezhi to stand on the podium, looking at the little chickens below, feeling like laughing.

Of course the handsome Jing Ji held back.

The people in Class [-] were indeed quiet when they saw Fang Dezhi at first sight, but they were suddenly not calm when they saw Jing Ji at the second sight.

"Hey," a boy said with a look of disbelief, "Old Fang, you kidnapped such a handsome man!"

"Where is the flagpole from?"

"Knock, it's kind of handsome."

"I feel like I'm alive again, I can do it again!"

He was chattering underneath, completely ignoring Teacher Fang Dezhi.

It's no wonder that the students in the second and third classes of high school are so excited, it's because Jing Ji looks so different from them.

Look at him, he is tall, his legs are long, his body is straight, he stands there with his head down, his hands are casually inserted in his bag, he looks cool and handsome.

Look at them again, wearing ugly and oversized school uniforms, sitting hunched over in a chair, with a look of lethargy after being tortured by study, they are an ugly group.

Teacher Fang Dezhi curled his fingers and tapped on the blackboard, "Quiet and quiet! This is a new student in our class. Everyone ask him to introduce himself."

The people below were really quieter, Fang Dezhi signaled Jing Ji to introduce himself.

"Jing Ji, the thorn that overcomes the thorns, the season of the season." Jing Ji said simply.

"Good everyone, welcome Jing Ji." Fang Dezhi took the lead in applauding: "From now on, we will be a group and we must help each other."

Xu is about to start a new life, it is rare for Jing Ji not to find it annoying to stand on the podium for people to watch, and she is still in a good mood waiting for Fang Dezhi to tell him that he should sit there.

"Student Jing Ji, just sit there." After clapping, Fang Dezhi pointed to an empty seat in the last row and said.

Jing Ji looked in the distance, it was an empty seat in the last row.

In fact, there are only two positions in the last row, and the two positions are next to each other, both in the middle.

There was already someone in the other seat, but that person lowered his head, so Jing Ji couldn't see his face.

This made him stare at other people's heads for a while, and he always felt that he had seen this head there before.

Xu felt that someone was staring at him, and Jing Ji's deskmate raised his head.

The two looked at each other.

Gee.

Jing Ji frowned, she didn't expect that this tablemate was someone she knew.

It was the little boy who hit him and made himself cry.

This little boy was about ten centimeters shorter than him, as thin as a bamboo pole, or a small bamboo pole.

The hair is so long that it doesn't go past the eyes, and it's a little withered and yellow. It looks like a little non-mainstream.

The little boy has a small face...

Small?

Jing Ji suddenly realized that she seemed to have been using the adjective small to describe this person.

Little boy, little bamboo pole, little non-mainstream and little face...

This boy is really small, the little Jing Ji thought he was in junior high school, and never thought he would be the same age as herself.

Jing Ji walked to the empty seat next to the little boy and sat down.

"Hello, we met before, my name is He Shiqi." The little boy greeted Jing Ji friendly.

Jing Ji turned her head slightly to look at this person named He Shiyi.

He Shiyong's eyes were blocked by his hair, but Jing Ji still felt that his eyes were looking at her brightly.

like a puppy.

Getting so close, Jing Ji realized that He Shiqi's skin was white and tender, exactly like a child's skin.

It should swell for a long time after being slapped, right?

Jing Ji's thoughts suddenly turned to the day when He Shiyong was slapped.

"..."

Grass.

Jing Ji turned her head blankly, thinking that she was an idiot, why did she think about all these things?

Seeing that Jing Ji ignored him, He Shiqi also turned back disappointed, his eye circles gradually turned red, but no one could notice it was covered by his hair.

Jing Ji is a newcomer and naturally has no books, plus he is ignorant and shy, so he naturally lost the opportunity to read books together.

On the first day when he came to the school to register, the first class, the class of the head teacher, he naturally played with his mobile phone...

After class, Jing Ji received her book.

There were dozens of books, and he put a few on the table, just enough for him to put his mobile phone on the table to play.

He didn't listen to the class all afternoon.

After school, Jing Ji twisted her neck and planned to go home directly.

His deskmate, He Shike, just stood beside him as if he had something to say.

What annoys Jing Ji the most is when others seem hesitant to speak.

"Say." Jing Ji looked at He Shiqi and said.

"What... what?" He Shiyong was taken aback by Jing Ji's sudden sound.

"Say something quickly, I don't have time to spend time with you." Jing Ji said.

"Ah, ah, I want to say that we have dinner together?" He Shiyong lowered his head, rubbing his hands nervously against the hem of his clothes, and said shyly.

Hearing that He Shiyong wanted to have dinner with her, Jing Ji snorted, where did this kid who didn't grow up come from?

"Dining together? Does that mean you need to go to the bathroom together? Are you a girl?" Jing Ji said sarcastically.

"Ah?" He Shiqi obviously didn't hear Jing Ji's ridicule, and said seriously: "Do you want to go to the bathroom? I'm not a girl, so I can go with you."

"..."

Hearing He Shike's answer, Jing Ji couldn't say a word.

It's not a kid, it's a little fool.

Jing Ji shook her head and didn't care about He Shiqie any more, just quickened her pace of leaving school.

Seeing Jing Ji who was walking so fast suddenly, He Shiqi seemed a little confused, this new classmate really has a strange temper, always ignoring himself.

He hasn't said whether he wants to have dinner with him.

He Shiyong followed behind Jing Ji, neither far nor close, pitiful, like an abandoned puppy.

Jing Ji, who was walking in front, had just left the school gate, when she heard exclamations from behind her, followed by a voice of "Let me go, get out of here."

Jing Ji didn't like to meddle in other people's business, and he didn't even stop in his footsteps when he heard the sound.

But as he walked, he felt something was wrong.

That voice was a little familiar, it seemed to belong to... that little fool.

Jing Ji: "..."

He stood still on the spot, lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking, and after a while, Jing Ji said "Grass!", turned around and ran back.

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The author has something to say: Jing Ji: You are so young~

He Shiqi: Oh?Yeah?