[King of the Internet] Liu Yi Wu Zheng

"Hello everyone, my name is Xia Wuzheng, and I am from China." On the podium, under the guidance of the teacher, the new transfer student introduced himself to the students in group F of the second year, "I am honored to be able to I will learn together with you, and I hope you will give me more advice in the future.”

Delicate and beautiful face, tall and slender figure, light and melodious voice, Li Haida, who has always had no shortage of beautiful men and women, will still make people's eyes shine, and adolescent boys and girls may secretly yearn for or faintly envy.Under the guidance of the teacher, the girl picked up the chalk and wrote her name on the blackboard.When she turned around, the waist-length braid was brought out into a shallow arc, and the long black and shiny hair made some girls who were troubled by the quality of their hair feel envious.

—— Xia Wuzheng.

The teacher looked at the neat and beautiful Chinese characters on the blackboard, and said appreciatively: "Xia's writing on the blackboard is very good."

The girl who was praised showed a slightly shy smile at the right time, and bowed: "Thank you teacher for the compliment."

Immediately, seating arrangements are made.Xia Wuzheng is 1.6 meters tall, which is very tall among middle school girls. The teacher didn't hesitate, and let her sit in the empty seat near the window.

It is the penultimate row, and Xia Wuzheng is still very satisfied with this position. He glanced over the boy sitting at the back, turned around and sat down, tilted his head slightly, and saw a clean blue sky when he looked up. Looking at the lush cherry trees, she could almost immediately imagine how beautiful the cherry blossoms are when they are in full bloom.

The first class in school in this life is mathematics. As the teacher began to speak, the girl withdrew her thoughts of running away, opened the book, picked up the pen, looked straight at the podium, and took notes from time to time.

Xia Wuzheng in his previous life was a typical good student. He listened carefully to the lectures and took notes in class, finished homework quickly after class, and made full use of the time between classes—of course, even if there was a gap in class, he would never leak anything.In this life, I can’t enjoy the campus life like ordinary children. Now that the opportunity is lost and regained, it’s like suddenly going back to the past. The things that I used to enjoy or the things I never forget seem to be within reach, and I can’t help but want to cherish them.

The girl herself is not Japanese. Although she has learned Japanese well and has basically gotten used to the context after more than two months of integration, it is the first time she is listening to a class taught in Japanese, and she still feels a little awkward in her heart. She needs to force herself to get used to it stand up.

The mathematics teacher found that this new student not only had excellent grades in the entrance examination, but also had a very correct and serious learning attitude in class. He couldn't help but take a few more glances, feeling more satisfied in his heart, and the tone of the lecture became more passionate.

A class ended very quickly. Compared to his previous life, Xia Wuzheng felt that the learning tasks here were relatively light, and the teacher did not leave much homework. He had already completed part of it during the class, so he planned to use the break time to finish the homework. ——After all, to arrange all aspects of life well, you need to make good use of your spare time.

After class, some students in the class were a little eager to move. Naturally, they were curious about this rare foreign transfer student. It's just that the girl was buried in her homework, and her expression was mostly indifferent. For a while, no one dared to disturb her.

"Hi, student Xia, I'm Hiroshi Yagyu, the class monitor of Group F in the second year. This is your club application form." A gentle male voice suddenly came, interrupting the girl's train of thought, "You can choose three For the clubs you are interested in, just hand over the form to me before this weekend."

Xia Wuzheng looked up, and the purple-haired boy wearing glasses came to the table at some time, holding a form in his hand.Putting aside the flash of familiarity in her heart, the girl took the paper and thought of a question inappropriately: this person is really tall, and his mature posture is really not like a junior high school student!

"Thank you." She thanked softly.

The purple-haired boy pushed the reflective glasses that could not see his eyes clearly: "You're welcome." He turned and walked back to his seat to sit down, only one aisle away from the girl's seat.

Xia Wuzheng temporarily put down his homework, took the club application form and looked at it slowly, his thoughts still stayed on the monitor's pair of glasses that made her feel cold sweat, thinking about the identity of the other party.When watching anime in her previous life, she was a protagonist. After a long time, Yukimura, Sanada, and a "second-year ace" were the ones who had the deepest impression on Li Haida.

But those special glasses reminded her of Qingxue's data freak, and then she suddenly realized: Li Haida has a pair of very powerful doubles, isn't the one wearing glasses called Liu Sheng?The other one with white hair seems to be called King Ni?It seems that when the anime started, many of the characters were in third grade... So, Echizen Ryoma hasn't appeared yet?

Various thoughts flashed through her mind, and the girl stopped pursuing the plot and began to browse the club introduction carefully.

The life of Japanese middle school students is really exciting, and there are all kinds of project clubs.Xia Wuzheng thought about it for a while: Sports are the first to be ruled out, her family education has given her good skills, but they are all combat-oriented, and special sports are simply impossible in this world where sports have become fantasy; music and dance, I know some instrumental music, and I have learned a little dance, but if I think about it for a while, I know that there must be a lot of part-time work; the name looks strange and I just ignore it, and her personality has always been more traditional and serious...

In the end, she considered calligraphy, art, and Go, and decided to choose Go Club: Calligraphy and Go are compulsory courses for family education, and they are also the main way for her to cultivate her mind and relieve stress in her life. She will write a few words, or play a game with herself, but after all, Go is still a communicative activity, and it is one of her rare pleasures. Lihai has a long-standing reputation, and most of the games are famous. Presumably there must be some good players in the Go club!

As for art, commercial sketches take up enough time, and after a little thought, they were ruled out.

After making up his mind, Xia Wuzheng filled out the application form before the start of the next class, and handed it to Yagyu Hiroshi across the aisle.The purple-haired boy took the form, glanced at it, and said to the girl: "To join the Go club, you must first go through the preliminary review by the minister, and then there will be an internal review." He paused and said, "If the preliminary review After that, I'll take you there."

Hearing this, Xia Wuzheng responded lightly, and didn't say much. Although she didn't expect that there would be an assessment for joining the club, it made sense after thinking about it. As for whether she could successfully join the Go club, she was not too worried. On the one hand, I don’t dare to say big things, but I learned Go in my previous life. Chinese parents always let their children learn more talents. She is also considered talented in Go. Family education made her never let go.

When the class bell rang, the girl took out her social textbook: Well, it’s mainly about history and civic education, which she doesn’t understand, so she needs to concentrate on listening to the lectures, and she has to supplement extracurricular materials as needed.

On the other side of the aisle, the purple-haired boy put away the girl's club application form. As if he suddenly remembered something, he glanced sideways, glanced at the girl, and paused behind her.At this time, the teacher walked into the classroom, and the noisy classroom suddenly became quiet.

Resting his cheek with his left hand, Xia Wuzheng looked at the middle-aged teacher on the podium, listening to those "stories" with relish, and quickly turned the pen with his right finger. After a few minutes, he paused suddenly, holding the pen to record a few key points.

——Turning the pen, this habit that many students have is always criticized by the teacher. After several time intervals, Xia Wuzheng returned to the classroom on the first day, and she picked it up at a "good" speed.Occasionally, I suddenly think that this may disturb the nearby classmates, but once I am absorbed in the class and don't need too many notes, I will turn it unconsciously.

When familiarizing himself with Japanese courses, Xia Wuzheng discovered that the historical process of this world is quite different from the previous life, but subtly overlaps in the general direction. Fortunately, although there have been many frictions between China and Japan since ancient times, each has experienced There are many hardships, but in this time and space, there is no such tragic battle as the Japanese-Invasion-China-War, which made the girl in Japan let go of her depression secretly, so those historical events that she is completely unfamiliar with in class will not It makes people feel dull and boring.

After the girl wrote down another line of notes, she unconsciously turned the pen with her right hand again.She didn't know that the young man sitting behind him was writing with his eyes closed, but his hands were unobstructed. The tip of his pen was sliding on the page of "Xia Wuzheng" in the notebook marked Group F of the second year. The blank was filled with a line: "I like to turn the pen in class, and I have superb skills."

The morning class ends quietly, and the school will provide lunch, but many students will bring their own bento.Xia Wuzheng went to the countryside to do as the Romans do. After quickly but neatly finishing the homework assigned by the teacher in the morning, he unhurriedly took out the lunch box. Only then did he realize that there were only a few people left in the classroom. It was only when two groups got together to eat under the tree that they realized it, but they were still a little puzzled as to why they didn't eat in the classroom... After all, they all went out to eat, so finding a place would be troublesome, right?Like when they lived in school in the previous life, they bought food from the cafeteria and ate it in the classroom.

The girl thought so casually, and didn't bother to delve into it. She opened her bento, which was the simplest kimbap.The lunch is not rich, but it is convenient, and in this life, I have basically received the education of "killing human desires", so I don't pursue food too much, not to mention that the apartment has all kitchen utensils, and I cook my own meals every day, so it is not troublesome to add meals.

After finishing his lunch in a leisurely manner, Xia Wuzheng looked at the time. It was still early for the afternoon class. After flipping through the books a few times, he suddenly remembered Lihai's library with a rich collection of books. The time at noon is best for reading.

Acting as soon as the heart moved, the girl picked up the notebook and went to the library.

Rows of neat bookshelves, a large number of books, and an elegant and quiet environment made book lovers happy to find the historical entries. Xia Wuzheng slowed down, and his fingertips brushed the spine of the book one by one, and finally stopped at the thick "General History of Japan".

The air conditioner in the library was set at a slightly low temperature, and the golden sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling glass. The girl held it up, turned her head to look at the sun outside, squinted her eyes, turned around and leaned against the glass wall, Guang Guang, holding a large tome, quietly flipped through it.

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