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"Xu Chuzheng..." Yu Yue pointed at Chuzheng: "Pick up the damn things for me."

"I don't."

Chuzheng raised her chin slightly.

Yu Yue was so angry that she walked directly towards her, and the students around her immediately dispersed to the side.

"Xu Chuzheng, I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin." Yu Yue's face was full of anger, and he approached quickly, as if he wanted to make a move.

Chu Zheng and Yu Yue were separated by a fallen desk.

Chuzheng flew up again and kicked her on the desk.

The desk rubbed against the ground, making a harsh and tooth-breaking squeaking sound, and quickly crashed into Yu Yue.

Yu Yue didn't expect Chu Zheng to make such a move.

The desk hit her leg and she fell backwards.

The tables and chairs fell over with a loud crash.

In the midst of the mess, the girl raised her chin indifferently, watching her make a fool of herself indifferently, but without the pride of a winner.

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office.

Within two days of her arrival, she had entered the office twice, and Chuzheng also felt that this was a frequency pill.

"What are you two doing in the classroom, huh? Do you still look like students? Are you here to study or to fight?"

The person who lectured this time was not Teacher Zhou, but the dean.

The dean is the standard image of a romance novel school—a Mediterranean, beer-bellied, and somewhat greasy middle-aged man.

The dean watched Chuzheng kick the table, so Chuzheng couldn't deny the blame.

A little sad.

Sure enough, you can't do it when there are many people.

You can’t do that next time… try not to do that.

"Director, Yu Yue throws my book first." Chu Zheng spoke first.

Yu Yue's legs still ached slightly.

When he heard Chuzheng's identification, he immediately glared at Chuzheng angrily.

When she was about to speak, the dean cut her off and said, "Yu Yue, you have good grades, I know, but you are misbehaving in school. Is this what you, a student, should do?"

The dean held a ruler and knocked on the desk.

He was not Teacher Zhou. He spoke very straightforwardly and had no intention of saving face for Yu Yue.

Yu Yue seemed to restrain herself in front of the dean.

He opened his lips, but no words came out for a long time.

"I'm sorry, I was just joking with classmate Xu." Yu Yue lowered her head and admitted her mistake.

"I was joking with classmate Yu, too." Chuzheng answered immediately.

Dean:"……"

Do you two think that I, the dean, am mentally retarded? !

"Director, um..." Outside the office, a teacher knocked on the door: "Are you busy?"

The dean was angry when he was suddenly interrupted. He also looked unkind: "Is something wrong?"

"Well, I'll bring the transfer student's family over to talk to you."

The dean nodded, then turned around with a stern look on his face: "I don't care who of you stirs up trouble first, behave like a school in school, reflect on your mistakes, sweep the playground for a week, and write another 2,000 words of self-reflection and hand it in ,Let's go back."

Chuzheng put her hands in her pockets and walked out of the office calmly.

The teacher led a man in.

There was a boy standing in the corridor outside.

The school uniform he wears is different from that of their school. It looks a bit like the uniform of a private school, commonly known as an aristocratic school.

The school uniform jacket was unbuttoned, and underneath was a white shirt with a lapel collar. The two front buttons were also open, revealing his slender neck and delicate collarbones.

The boy had dark scars on his face, the corners of his eyes and mouth being the most serious. It looked like he had been through something.

Even though he was injured, he could still tell that the boy was very good-looking.

However, the boy looked a little gloomy at this time, which gave people a bad feeling.

Chuzheng bypassed the boys and returned to her classroom.

Yu Yue skipped the afternoon class and did not come back.

Second class in the afternoon.

Teacher Zhou suddenly came over, bringing the boy Chu Zheng had seen outside the teaching director.

"This is the newly transferred classmate..."

As soon as Teacher Zhou finished speaking, something exploded below.

"Transfer student? Why haven't I heard about the transfer student before?"

"His face is covered with injuries... Was he expelled from his original school because of a fight?"

"He's very handsome!" This was a girl's hidden excitement.

"His face is covered with injuries. You can tell he's handsome?" A certain boy was unconvinced.

"The injuries are not all over the face. You have to look beyond the surface to see the essence." The girl retorted.

The injuries on the boy's face were just bruises and not swollen.

His facial features are very obvious, and he can indeed be seen as handsome.

"There is a kind of decadent beauty even with the hurt look! What do you stinky boys know?"

"Yes, yes, we don't understand, you are also a stinky boy who is obsessed with you."

"..."

Teacher Zhou said solemnly: "Quiet!"

The discussion below suddenly fell silent.

"Introduce yourself." Teacher Zhou said to the boy standing at the door.

From Teacher Zhou's tone, it can be heard that she is not very welcoming to this boy.

The boy walked up to the podium, and under the excited gaze of the girls, he opened his lips: "Jicheng."

After the boy finished speaking, there was nothing more to say.

There was a slightly awkward atmosphere in the classroom.

Teacher Zhou broke the delicate atmosphere: "Student Jicheng, please sit down first..."

She looked around the classrooms and found that only Chu Zheng had an empty seat.

"...Sit there first."

The students below looked towards Chu Zheng, the girls were faintly disappointed.

Jicheng didn't nod or say anything, and walked straight to the location pointed by Teacher Zhou.

Chuzheng lay on the table, facing outside.

After Jicheng sat down, he caught a glimpse of a piece of paper she was pressing, with three large characters written on it: "Reprimand".

Those three words are written neatly and beautifully.

But beyond that it’s all blank.

Ji Cheng lowered his eyes and sat down indifferently.

This class was not Teacher Zhou's, so Jicheng left after making arrangements.

The teacher in class knew that there was a transfer student. Before Jicheng could get the new textbook, the teacher asked him to look at his deskmate first.

But……

On his deskmate's desk, he didn't see a single book except the self-reflection letter.

Ji Cheng glanced at the girl who was lying on the table, whether she was asleep or not paying attention to anyone. He looked away and stared at the table in a trance.

"Um...you can use mine first."

The girl next door carefully placed the book on his desk.

Ji Cheng raised his eyes and did not refuse, but he did not open it either.

Jicheng was stunned for a while. When he came to his senses, he glanced at his deskmate from the corner of his eye.

She didn't know when she sat up and was writing with a pen.

More than four rows of self-criticisms have been written.

Each word was written extremely slowly, but the words she wrote were very beautiful, and the strokes of each word were almost the same.

Perhaps aware of his gaze, the girl looked sideways and said coldly: "What are you looking at?"

Ji Cheng withdrew his gaze and continued to be in a daze.

After class, a classmate took him to pick up books.

When Jicheng came back with the book in his arms, a boy happened to be standing in his place, talking to the girl.

"Primary school girl, here, I got the book for you." Zhu Zian lay on the table: "I heard that you had a conflict with Yu Yue again today?"

"Um."

"Awesome." Zhu Zian gave a thumbs up.

Zhu Zian wanted to say something else, but suddenly he felt someone standing next to him.

"This is my place." The boy's voice sounded calm.

Zhu Zian didn't get up. He just lay on the table, glanced at the boy, and stood up after a moment: "I'm leaving first, elementary school girl."