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Xia Ziyuan held back the anger welling up in her heart, you have good taste?What else is she wearing besides famous brands, her temperament is vulgar, her words are presumed, her appearance is glamorous, her soul is boring.

"It seems that classmate Qian doesn't like me very much."

"Nonsense, anyone with eyes can tell that you deserve to be in the same school as us. Jingjing, no matter what you say, you were once the daughter of the Ye Group. No matter how poor you are, it's because of your financial resources. Why? Even the sight has become so low... Really, the forest is so big, there are all kinds of birds... Don't blame me for not reminding you, our top class starts 10 minutes earlier than the ordinary class."

Xia Ziyuan turned a deaf ear to the previous words, and said: "It's time for class, Jingjing, you go back to class first, I'll go find the head teacher myself."

"Okay, high school (seventh) class, you can tell by the class number on the board on the desk." After Ye Jingjing finished her last sentence, she was pulled away by Qian Xiao.

Xia Ziyuan stood there with a wry smile, then stepped forward and knocked on the office door.

A mature female voice came from inside, saying in a deep voice, "Come in."

She took a deep breath and pushed the door open.In the innermost row of desks, through the glass, a middle-aged woman can be vaguely seen busy with her head bowed. Xia Ziyuan walked straight towards her and stopped a meter away from her.

"Mr. Zhou, my name is Xia Mu, and I just came back from England."

Zhou Yi raised her head and glanced at her when she heard the sound, and remembered that her name was written on the sign on the table, so she suppressed her surprise and said to her: "I am the head teacher of the third (seventh) class of senior high school, the teacher is English, and 5 minutes and you're late."

"Teacher has been waiting for a long time." Xia Ziyuan bowed slightly.

Zhou Yi gave her a meaningful look, sorted out her things and got up, and shoved a document roughly into a drawer, picked up the English textbook and test paper, and said, "Let's go, those books and school uniform are yours, I Take you to the class. We just had an English test yesterday, you came back from England, your English should not be too bad, right?"

Xia Ziyuan embraced the pile of books piled up on the side, and spoke modestly: "So-so."

Zhou Yi had some impression of her in her heart. This child seemed to be quite real.

"I read your information. Your parents are just ordinary small company owners. It shouldn't be easy for you to come to this school, right? You have to get along well with your classmates, especially your classmates."

"Thank you teacher, I understand." Xia Ziyuan's cute and cute appearance made Zhou Yi feel distressed.Class Seven is a notorious trash class in Noble High School. The people in it are almost useless except for being rich kids.

Xia Ziyuan didn't know anything about this, and thought that there would always be at least one or two people who were easy to get along with, thinking that the boat would be straight when it reached the bridge, and that once it came, it would be safe.

Xia Ziyuan followed Zhou Yi, stepping on the class bell to enter the classroom, and when she reached the door, she couldn't help but want to cover her nose, the smell of tobacco and alcohol in the classroom was simply disgusting.

God, what class did she get into?The bad boy among the rich second generation?

Zhou Yi put the textbook on the podium, and introduced Xia Ziyuan to everyone. Xia Ziyuan had an embarrassed but polite smile on her face, thinking: I must be admitted to the top class , get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible.