Because of the heat, the students in every class who sat by the window had opened their windows. Class One and Class Two were no exception.
At this moment, as Lao Han turned to write on the blackboard, the anger from the headteacher of Class One became clearly audible.
"Zhi Ying... hid in her crotch..."
The people in Class Two were stunned, and then erupted into laughter.
Of course, Lao Han heard it too. He smiled silently at the blackboard for a moment before turning back around. "Okay, this action is not worth learning, my students. You still have to listen to the instructor's orders and study during study time. Right, Zhi Ying?"
Zhi Ying did not expect this incident to have already reached the teacher's ears, so she nodded with a guilty conscience.
Obviously, the laughter from Class Two next door was also clearly transmitted to Class One. Zhou Hui, who was scolding her students, quickly changed the topic without a trace of remorse and resumed class again.
Jiang Wei looked up at the glass window, remembering the tragic state of someone being caught. He felt inexplicably happy in his heart, and even the classroom, which could be called dilapidated, pleased his eyes.
As the teachers of each subject had their classes, class representatives gradually emerged.
In English class the next day, Han Jiaojiao was called to read an article by the English teacher, "Lesson 7 of the book, read it."
Before the first lesson even began, they turned to the seventh lesson. Class Two couldn't guess what the English teacher was thinking.
However, Han Jiaojiao obediently turned to Lesson 7 and began to read it.
The tone of voice was almost perfect and emotionally well-demonstrated.
"Well, not bad." The English teacher nodded after listening, "You are the representative of this English class."
Han Jiaojiao sat down with a bewildered face, suspecting that someone had set up obstacles in her way.
"I heard that you sing well in English, and now it seems that you also learned English well," the English teacher praised in an eloquent voice before focusing on the rest of the class, "I saw all of your English grades. You all should have learned your grammar well. Now you just need a class representative to help nurture your pitiful pronunciation."
"What the h*ll is a pitiful pronunciation?" Zhao Qian muttered while sitting in the last row, resolutely denying that he had poor pronunciation.
"Come and read Lesson 7," the English teacher asked while looking at the textbook, not even needing to look up to find the disruptor, "Student Zhao Qian."
Zhi Ying took a look and found that the article in Lesson 7 was not difficult, but the pronunciation was difficult, with various long and short sounds.
Zhao Qian was shocked and wanted to swallow back what he had just said. Sadly, he didn't have an option. Even if it was bad, he still had to read it.
Ten minutes later, the English teacher looked up, "That's called pitiful pronunciation."
The classmates who heard Zhao Qian muttering from the back burst into laughter together.
"Class representative, remember to pay attention to this student Zhao Qian, and don't let him hold back our Class Two," The English teacher instructed.
After class, Han Jiaojiao turned her head and said, "Zhao Qian, how much did you score in the English test for the middle school exam?"
After all, calling his pronunciation could be seen as a backhanded compliment.
"..." Zhao Qian was silent for a moment, then gestured.
"Seventy? You didn't even pass!" Li Ge was shocked. "You can also enter Class Two with that score? How many points did you get in other subjects?"
"Physics and chemistry, I got a max score. In mathematics, I was five points short," Zhao Qian shrugged. His English was so poor that he didn't make it to the top 100 rankings in the province.
Zhi Ying, who was listening next to him, actually got the same feeling he had. She also didn't understand why so much emphasis was put on english.
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After a week had passed, most of the students in the class got to know each other well. Some students who had attracted a lot of attention had also begun to have some of their information revealed to the public.
Such as Yu Qingyin and Jiang Wei.
Yu Qingyin was a native of Quan City. There were many of her middle school and elementary school classmates in No. 1 High School, so a lot of her information was exposed. Everyone in No. 1 High School now knew that not only was she good-looking, performed well academically, but also rich.
As for Jiang Wei, because he came from another province, everyone only knew that he lived on Fengyang Road.
Listening to Xiao Pang babbling about all kinds of gossip, Zhi Ying fell into deep thought.
Wasn't that bookstore on Fengyang Road? No wonder she ran into Jiang Wei last time. It turned out that he lived there.
Rarely did Zhi Ying think so carefully, and she soon came up with an idea.
"Does anyone in our class live on Fengyang Road?" Han Jiaojiao asked the question that was in Zhi Ying's heart.
Li Ge shook his head, "The houses over there are all old buildings, and the place is biased. The people who live there are all either professors who have settled there before or rich people who bought it at a high price. Most people live in Dongcheng."
On the other side Jiang Wei's mood soured, unaware of the incoming trouble.
Although No. 1 High School was a key school, it still could not stop everyone's youthful attraction from sprouting.
Jiang Wei frowned as he turned down the sixth girl this week who had come to confess recklessly.
She hadn't even seen him more than a few times; who knew where these feelings came from? Jiang Wei sneered in his heart. But his face was still calm and gentle, and he didn't make a rude move.
The girl looked at the person opposite her. He had a red mole between his eyebrows, and his face was thin. He looked like a compassionate Buddha. Her nose felt sour and she ran away in tears.
When Zhi Ying looked in from the back door of the first class, she recognized Jiang Wei at a glance.
With his temperament and height, although Zhi Ying couldn't see his face, she could still recognize him easily.
Jiang Wei was sitting in the penultimate row against the wall. Zhi Ying quietly walked through the classroom door behind Jiang Wei and patted him on the shoulder.
Seeing that it was Zhi Ying, Jiang Wei was stunned, but also felt relieved thinking, 'This person can't be here to confess, right?'