Qing Jun

Like many key high schools, the class ranking of No. [-] Middle School is also ranked by grades. There are ten classes in the first year of senior high school. Class [-] and Class [-] are naturally the best. After the class, but for the sake of looking good, there are students with good grades in the lower classes, and most of the students who come in by sending money are in the lower classes.

Ye Qingjun is naturally in this category. Although he was transferred from No. [-] Middle School, he was transferred as a repeater with average grades. It is understandable that he would be assigned to Class No. [-], especially in order not to hinder him from going to school. It was specially arranged so that the school would not have to treat Ye Qingjun too specially, so so far, in this school, only the headmaster is the only one who knows Ye Qingjun's true identity.The Ye family had only reported that Ye Qingjun was seriously injured, and outsiders did not know the details. It has not yet announced that he has fully recovered. The outside world thought he was still recuperating at home. How could he expect such a short message? He was already well within the time, and went back to school.

In particular, Ye Qingjun has changed too much now, people who don't get along with him every day really can't recognize him as the over-spoiled young master of the Ye family.

Therefore, in a short period of time, Ye Qingjun didn't have to worry about being exposed - although he hadn't worried about it, it wasn't a big deal if he was exposed.

Huang Xiuwen led Ye Qingjun to Class [-], stood on the podium and introduced Ye Qingjun's name to everyone, and specifically said that he had taken a break from school for a while because of an injury and was hospitalized. , but not too repulsive, she let Ye Qingjun get off the podium with satisfaction, and sat at the back of the classroom.

Almost all classes default to sitting behind poor students.

So for this matter, Huang Xiuwen also specially comforted: "It's just a temporary arrangement, and we still have to adjust the position when the class officially starts."

Ye Qingjun didn't care either. During the two months of "convalescence", Ye Qingjun has also grown a lot taller. She is 16 meters six at the age of 1.7. The Ye family members are not short. According to this inheritance The trend is estimated to be long, and it is just right for him to sit in the back.

Each class in No. 40 Middle School has only [-] to [-] students. Class No. [-] originally had exactly [-] students, and a group of two was divided into four rows and five rows. Now that there is one more Ye Qingjun, it turned out that he had the exclusive one. Not to mention the desk, it also occupies a row - the position facing the back door of the classroom and the outer window is his. At first glance, it really feels a bit excluded.

"Master, this location is not very good. There is a trash can behind it." The system feels wronged for the master, this location is too bad, and the two students in front are half a head taller than Ye Qingjun, just covering the If he caught his sight, how could he have a good class.

"I think it's not bad." It's like a small world of its own, with the two big guys in front of it, usually not too much attention, but this situation probably won't last long, but the teacher said that Classes are based on height.

Ye Qingjun turned her head and looked out the window. Their class was on the third floor, and they happened to be able to see the big playground downstairs through the big trees downstairs. At this time, there were no people on the playground, and the neat and tidy appearance gave a special taste.

Looking away, Huang Xiuwen, who was on the desktop, had already started to lecture the class teacher, it was nothing more than telling the students to calm down and study hard. It made Huang Xiuwen, who had been paying attention to him, more and more satisfied.

The head teacher didn't speak for a long time, because there was still the principal's speech waiting for them. Huang Xiuwen waved her hand to signal everyone to line up. They left the classroom two by one and went downstairs to the auditorium next to the playground.

Ye Qingjun was naturally the last one.

Because they are not the only ones who are going to the auditorium, so the team stops and starts all the way, and the speed is very slow. Sometimes one is not paying attention, and it is easy to bump into the people in front, so there is a lot of noise everywhere. Ye Qingjun is Class [-] was the last one, and students from Class [-] followed behind him, but there was still a meter or two between them, so there was no need to worry about someone bumping into them.

The two big guys in front of him on the road looked back at him several times, but they didn't speak to him. The main reason was that Ye Qingjun had a very good temperament, and she was transferred from No. [-] middle school. The materials are surprisingly good, and they are definitely brand-name goods, which shows that the status is not simple.Although the two big guys in the front are dressed well, they should be children of rich families, but they are worse than Ye Qingjun, and naturally they don't dare to talk casually when they don't know each other's temper, so as not to cause trouble.

On the other hand, Ye Qingjun saw their hesitation, wanting to strike up a conversation but not being able to speak up, and not matching their appearance at all, she felt amused in her heart, and when her eyes drifted to a corner protruding from one of them's pockets, she smiled and said : "Do you guys also play 'Ask the Immortal'?" Ye Qingjun's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the corner of his pocket happened to be the promotional poster of the Inquiry Immortal.

Among the two, the one who is 1.8 meters tall is slightly shorter, his eyes lit up when he said "Qianxian", "Yes, do you play too?" It's depressed, but there is a teacher not far behind. It's not a day or two since the school banned students from playing games. If they were found out, they would probably not only be lectured, but also find their parents if it was serious.

"Well, 'Questioning Immortals' is pretty good, isn't it?" Naturally, one should praise one's own things, and this is probably a good way to open up the topic.

"It's more than good, it's super good. Fortunately, my birthday is in July, which happens to be the age of 'Wenxian'. Liu Jia is miserable. His birthday is at the end of August, just yesterday, and I haven't bought a gaming helmet yet. Here you go. By the way, my name is Kong Qiao."

Liu Jia is another big guy, his facial features are a little handsome, although Kong Qiao looks cheerful, but he is not inarticulate and silent. Hearing that his tablemate Kong Qiao is so gloating, his face is wrinkled, "What are you proud of? I'll buy it after school, and you're only over ten levels now, so it's only a matter of minutes to catch up with you."

"Do you think that 'Wenxian' is so easy to upgrade? I am the first batch of old players to enter the game, but from the start of the server to now, I am only at level 21, even the highest on the leaderboard is only [-], etc. If you catch up, I'll go up a long time ago." Kong Qiao's nostrils went up to the sky.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and asked Ye Qingjun again: "What about you? What level are you now?"

"Similar to you, I entered the server as soon as it opened."

Kong Qiao originally wanted to say, "I can't see that you are older than Liu Jia", but then he thought that this person was hospitalized for a period of time due to injury, so it is natural that he is older than them.So the topic changed, and he asked about the game again, "Then what level are you now?"

"It's about the same as you." Ye Qingjun was talking about his camouflage level. His camouflage level is upgraded with his family members. When the Ye family members level up, Wenxian will automatically increase his level, so even if he hasn't played for a week , also mixed to eighteen, anyway, it's just a disguise, in the words of the system, it doesn't exceed the level of his NPC identity, so you can adjust it however you want.

"Hey, you're eighteen too? I can't tell that you're still a game fan, so what kind of school are you?" After the conversation, Kong Qiao felt that Ye Qingjun's words and deeds seemed to be a sign of obedience. Thinking that he is not at all slower than him in playing games, he wears a gaming helmet every day, and as soon as the specified logout time passes, he will immediately enter the game, which is why he has such a high level now.

Ye Qingjun didn't answer, but asked instead: "Then which sect are you from?" He was worried that he would just bump into each other by saying something casually, so it would be difficult to explain why the two sides had never met, after all, they entered the game in the same batch, The age limit is the same, and the level is similar. It stands to reason that if you belong to a sect, you should have met in the stage of sect practice. After all, there were not many people in the beginning.

Kong Qiao said this proudly: "I belong to Jianzong! Our suzerain is so handsome, did you see the last time he quarreled with several other sect masters in the world? One pick four, right? Very handsome?"

He didn't see it, he felt that Jian Zong was a bit too high-ranking. Although Jian Zong was powerful, the system told him that the settings of the five schools were all balanced. It couldn't be said who was better than the other. One-on-one didn't matter. , A pair of four, isn't that overconfident.

But at this time, he could only nod his head. Looking at Kong Qiao's appearance, he might be a fan of their suzerain. It's better not to go against the grain, "It's really handsome, my master Danxiu." Senior brother is a master of alchemy, so he is more diligent in this area.

But in Kong Qiao's ears, it's like, "So you're a disciple of Baicaomen, so it's very suitable for you." Baicaomen is now a recognized nurse school, and Ye Qingjun doesn't seem to be able to fight, so she is suitable for Zhang Will people be protected by adding blood later?

"Hey, you guys are chatting so vigorously, have you forgotten that I'm still alive?" Liu Jia listened to them talking about the game for a long time, and felt itchy and sore in her heart. How could he not be so lucky to give birth early? What about the month?So why does he still need to do this? It sounds itchy.

"What's the rush, buddy, aren't you reaching your age limit now? I'll accompany you to buy a game helmet after school." Kong Qiao raised his hand and hooked Liu Jia's neck directly, looking like a good brother.

Ye Qingjun sighed: "You two have such a good relationship."

"That's right, we were both young and relatives. We grew up in the same school and were always assigned to the same class. This is fate." Kong Qiao said proudly.

"Nie Yuan." Liu Jia rebuked, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.