Dumb Please Take a Seat

Chapter 4: Transfer student Gong Jiudu (3)

Chapter 4 Transfer Student Gong Jiudu (3)

Walking around, Gong Jiu stood outside the classroom door with his things in his arms.

The footsteps stopped.

The door in front of him was gently closed, only a gap was exposed, and the teacher's lecture sound came from inside.

She looked down at her two full hands, her eyelids moved, and one hand was free.

Before she reached out and knocked on the door.

Lin Yi walked over with the wind on his feet, and stood beside her.

"Why don't you go in? Come in with me."

He glanced at her lightly under the heavy glasses.

Lin Yi was preparing lessons in the office, but she was still a little worried.

In class F, almost all of them are sent in by rich and powerful families with high school certificates.

Gong Jiu’an is from a remote area, and his personality is more thought-provoking. He is an unpleasant kind. He doesn’t know if he will conflict with the people in the class when he first arrives.

She still decided to take a look.

Sure enough, he saw Gong Jiu standing outside the door with his things in his arms, not going in.

Putting his hand back calmly, Gong Jiu remained silent.

Let Lin Yi push the door open in front.

Followed quietly, lowering his brows and eyes, making his expression hard to see.

The lecturer was a tall, thin male teacher. He felt the movement on the door, and stopped the chalk in his hand to look over.

"Teacher Ji, excuse me, I will bring a student to report to the class."

Lin Yi adjusted his glasses, and turned his head after the male teacher nodded.

"Gong Jiudu, come in quickly."

Below, the teenagers who were drowsy after listening to the lecture lost their sleepiness in an instant.

Floating restlessness.

Someone elbowed Song Zixi next to him, "Oh, we have a new student in our class."

Song Zixi glanced at him lazily, and twirled the pen on his fingertip.

"It's not my business?"

The game he just lost made him a little annoyed.

The boy pursed his lips angrily, and the two brothers put their arms around his shoulders: "Isn't it just that I lost the contest with Ye He? What's the big deal?"

"go."

Slapping off the man's paw, Song Zixi leaned on the table behind, glanced at it, but stopped his gaze.

The teenager wearing a black baseball cap is holding a school uniform book in one hand, and a backpack of the same color in the other.

From this angle, only half of the side face is fair.

Under the signal of Lin Yi, he stepped onto the podium unhurriedly, raised his head lightly, and said:

"I am Gong Jiuan."

Exposing an extremely eye-catching face, black and white eyes are faintly bloodshot.

There is a surly wildness in his bones that he can't hold back no matter what.

The boy was silent for a while, and finally picked up the chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard.

Turn around and put down the chalk again.

It feels very polite.

But with that careless movement, the name of Liu Yunshui was printed on the blackboard hastily and frantically, with a casual and wild atmosphere of personality.

The discussion below became quieter.

It is quieter than when the male teacher is teaching.

Song Zixi recognized the boy who was almost hit by a basketball.

No one in class F made a sound.

The eerie silence shows their shock.

Lin Yishu frowned, and said, "Student Gong Jiuan has just arrived in the class, everyone take care of the new student, and" he said, pointing to an empty seat in the class, "Student Gong Jiuan just sit there, Lin Yao , remember to bring more new students to familiarize themselves with the school environment.”

Lin Yao, who was called by name, came back to herself in a trance, and Gong Jiu's silent eyes flickered, with a bit of shyness.

"I got it, Mr. Lin."

Gong Jiu silently rubbed the chalk dust on his fingertips, and got down.

Lin Yao hurriedly moved her things out, stood up to make room for her.

Some girls looked at her enviously.

Seeing that the person sat down safely, Lin Yi looked away, nodded to the male teacher, and left the classroom.

Midway remembered that the dormitory form had not been given to Gong Jiu, and turned back to tell Gong Jiu to remember to go to the office to get the form after school.

The male teacher stood in front of the desk, looked at the eye-catching new student and said, "The new classmate Gong Jiu is dumb, isn't he? Please take out your book and follow us. It's the second year of high school, so let's work hard."

Randomly stuffing the school uniform into the desk box, Gong Jiu answered vaguely.

The unopened packing bag made a rattling sound.

Seeing this, the teacher didn't say much, and planned to wipe off the blackboard and continue the lecture.

But when he saw the three sexual characters, he paused for half a second.

Although the transfer student's learning attitude was a bit vague, the words were indeed beautifully written.

"Fuck! Isn't this the old pitcher kid? I didn't expect him to be a freshman, and he was assigned to our class?!"

The boy who kidnapped Song Zixi looked surprised.

The black ballpoint pen that was spinning in his hand stopped at some point, and Song Zixi looked over from him.

The young man's skin is extremely white, his eyebrows are drooping, because he happens to be sitting by the window, his ball cap blocks the passing gaze, and one shoulder leans lightly against the wall.

With slender legs, they are casually placed under the table.

Arbitrary publicity.

Casualness reveals a sense of carelessness.

is wanton madness.

Sandwiched with cool thin.

Many people looked at her frequently.

Sitting there quietly, with a strong aura, Lin Yao lowered her head, her hand holding the pen and writing could not help shaking.

A trace of cold sweat broke out.

"Mom, this freshman is too eye-catching, Song Zixi is incomparable to her!"

"That aura makes me inexplicably scared, the eyes are so wild!"

"..."

After one class, school is officially over.