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"What about you? It's the first day of school today. Do you like the new school and the new classmates?"

Kan checked the class schedule tomorrow, and chatted with Zhong Ling while stuffing books into his schoolbag.

"Well... I don't like it or not, that's all."

Kan Mingming could completely guess Zhong Ling's expression when he said this, as if he had no interest in anything.However, only Kan Mingming knew that there was a fire in Zhong Ling's heart, and people passing by only saw smoke.Zhong Ling, she is more emotional than anyone else, and she needs tolerance and love from others.

However, although Kan Mingming intends to make Zhong Ling change his indifferent temper, he just thinks about it.Because this is Zhong Ling's own choice of attitude, no matter how close a person is, he has no right to criticize whether this behavior is right or wrong.

The evil of people is to be a teacher.Unfortunately, many people do not understand.

Despite this, Kan will always be by Zhong Ling's side tomorrow, and be the first person when she needs companionship and help.

"Then let's stop here. We'll all get up early tomorrow." Hearing Zhong Ling yawn, Kan suggested tomorrow, although she didn't really mind chatting for a while.

"OK, good night."

"Good night."

Zhong Ling retreated to the desktop and saw the penguin message from Ying Guan.

"what are you doing?"

Looking at the sending time, it was three hours ago.

Originally, Zhong Ling’s thought was, why didn’t she reply in time when the three-hour question was asked, and the “what are you doing” after three hours has lost its timeliness, but just now Kan asked her tomorrow if she likes her new classmates, she vaguely remembered this Ying Guan is a new classmate, and she is the first new classmate to add her, anyway, it would be impolite not to reply.

So I typed very politely: "I'm sorry, I just had something to do. I'm going to sleep now."

Then put down the phone and go take a shower.

Unexpectedly, Ying Guan clicked on the reply almost immediately: "It's okay, the first day of class is tomorrow, rest early."

Zhong Ling came back and checked the time. It was past eleven o'clock, a bit late, so she didn't reply to Ying Guan.

On the first day of formal class, Zhong Ling still sat in the same back seat as yesterday.

Because the head teacher said that the position will be readjusted after the cleaning on Wednesday afternoon, so I will sit like this for two days.

Most of the students were very happy, because the tablemates they chose at the beginning were long-acquainted partners.And Zhong Ling has nothing to do, it doesn't matter who he sits with.

Anyway, she never took the initiative to say anything to others.If someone asked her something, she would selectively answer a few questions.

Over time, the classmates all knew her temper and gradually alienated her.

Zhong Ling naturally didn't care about this.

However, this new tablemate may have a fragile relationship with a lifespan of only three days, but he doesn't seem to care.

On the contrary, very enthusiastic.

The new homeroom teacher, who looks to be in his 30s, is unexpectedly not easy to mess with, and they are required to arrive at school before seven o'clock every day.In fact, I was only in the first year of high school, and the school stipulated that it was 07:30.

Zhong Ling is used to laziness, and it's almost killing her to do this.When I walked downstairs, it was already 6:57. The head teacher said yesterday that he would come to class on time at 7 o'clock every day to check their morning reading. I don't know if it is true or not.

The classroom is on the fourth floor, so it should be in time.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the west staircase on the fourth floor, the old woman came out of the office and walked towards Zhong Ling with leisurely steps.Even looking at Zhong Ling's eyes, it seemed that he was going to kill this chicken as a warning to those monkeys, if Zhong Ling read correctly.

Zhong Ling was a little overwhelmed at the moment, but she still had to go to the classroom.

At this moment, a figure of a boy came out from the back door of the classroom, glanced at Zhong Ling, and Zhong Ling immediately understood that this was signaling her to go in.Then, I saw the boy, holding a book of unknown subject in his hand, and stopped the head teacher who was going forward.

Then, she got into position.When she realized that her deskmate was not there, she thought for a second, oh, that boy was her deskmate just now.

is a good man.

I'll borrow his book later to see if it's called Qin Guan or Ying Guan.

About three to five minutes later, the head teacher and the new deskmate both entered the classroom.

The teacher in charge was still wandering around the classroom unhurriedly, because it was the first day, and there was no trouble of dictation, and everyone read tacitly and casually.

This made the sound of the class teacher's high-heeled shoes touching the ground particularly harsh.

"Da da da."

"Da da."

It went like this for 10 minutes.

At this time, students from other classes came one after another. A few boys passed by the door of their class, making a lot of noise, looking into the window, wanting to say hello to "old friends" or something, suddenly Seeing a frosty face, he quickly retracted his head and fell silent.

The class teacher walked to the podium, and the sound of reading gradually stopped.Zhong Ling didn't look at her, but only at the ground in front of her.Seeing the very red nail polish on the homeroom teacher's feet, although she was wearing silk stockings, Zhong Ling could see it without any effort.

It turned out to be a smug one.

But she immediately began to criticize Sang Huai: "Today is the first day. I think some of your classmates are still wild, and I don't know how to accept it."

She spoke softly and slowly, and her voice was somewhat sharp. The air was like a piece of clean white paper, which was suddenly pierced by a sharpened pencil.

There was a big hole, which made people feel strange and uncomfortable.

Zhong Ling naturally knew that he was talking about her.

Still didn't look up,

She paused, and then said: "But I'm very happy, there are some good students in the class. For example, our class monitor, Ying Guan, asked me about Nietzsche's superman philosophy early in the morning. .”

Looking in the direction of Zhong Ling, Zhong Ling focused on the ground.There was a pause for a few more seconds.

"When I talk about philosophy later, I will tell you a little more."

It seems that today's daily tasks have been completed, and the head teacher walked away with a "da da da da..." on high heels.

The sound gradually faded away.

But Zhong Ling felt that the class teacher would not let her go easily.