The Richest Man Yang Fei

Wu Hanqing came over soon. He was in his fifties, with a serious face and a straight face, as if everyone owed him millions.

After listening to the principal's instructions, Wu Hanqing glanced at Yang Fei in surprise, but didn't say much, and said lightly, "Come with me."

Yang Fei whispered to Ma Feng, "You go to the car and wait for me."

Ma Feng agreed to leave.

Follow Wu Hanqing to the class.

There is a female teacher wearing glasses who is teaching English, facing the door sideways, very thin, with permed hair.

"Teacher Ouyang," Wu Hanqing knocked lightly on the door, "Excuse me."

He introduced Yang Fei again: "This is the English teacher, Ouyang Xue."

For some reason, Yang Fei suddenly thought of Jiang Xiaojia's dog, also named Xue'er, and teacher Ouyang's curly hair was similar to Xue'er's.

So Yang Fei laughed.

"Teacher Wu?" Ouyang Xue turned her head, walked over, and looked at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei knew that it was impolite to laugh at this time.

However, he just started laughing, and couldn't stop thinking about it. He thought it was over, and in Teacher Ouyang's mind, he must have been thrown into a small black room.

Ouyang Xue is about thirty years old, with a delicate face, she is a woman who loves fashion and knows how to take care of herself.

The first time they met, Yang Fei felt that she seemed familiar.

Many people have met in later generations, but Yang Fei was not impressed.

However, Ouyang Xue is a teacher in No. 1 Middle School, and Yang Fei has never studied in No. 1 Middle School. How could he have the impression?

"Mr. Ouyang, this is student Yang Fei, a new transfer student who is inserted into our class." Wu Hanqing introduced.

"Oh." Ouyang Xue nodded, gave Yang Fei a stern look, and said, "Come in."

Wu Hanqing pointed to the back row of the classroom: "At the end, there is still an empty seat for you to sit in. As for the textbooks, I will find a set for you. You can read it with your classmates first."

Under the eyes of all the students, Yang Fei walked to the last seat.

He looked around, then at the whole class, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

The girl who bumped into him on the playground just now was actually his classmate.

The girl was also very surprised, and looked at Yang Fei curiously. When she saw his gaze, she blushed and quickly moved her eyes away.

Ouyang Xue coughed lightly, and said: "The new transfer student in our class, his name is Yang Fei, we will be classmates from now on, let's help each other. Who will share the textbook with Yang Fei."

Yang Fei just wanted to say, I just came to see, so he left.

Suddenly Ouyang Xue said: "Student Yang Fei was transferred from another school. Let me briefly explain the rules of this class. You are not allowed to be late, you are not allowed to leave early, and you are not allowed to speak small words in class."

Uh?

All right!

They come, the security.

At the very least, you have to finish this class before you can leave, right?

On the first day, you must give the teacher some face, right?

No one in the class offered to share textbooks with Yang Fei.

Most of the third year students are a little shy! Especially the students in the top class of No. 1 Middle School, all of them are academic masters and bookworms!

Yang Fei smiled, and pulled the chair closer to the girl. The wooden chair legs hit the floor, making harsh sounds.

"Student, let's borrow your book." Yang Fei grinned.

"Oh." The girl blinked, blushing like a ripe apple.

"Hey, there are so many people behind, why did you come to the front?" The girl's deskmate was a boy, staring at Yang Fei unfriendly.

"I only know her! If you don't believe me, ask her, have we met before?" Yang Fei took it for granted.

"Ning Xin, is what he said true?" the boy asked angrily.

"Ah?" Ning Xin lowered her head and hummed lightly.

At this time, Ouyang Xue started to give a lecture.

Yang Fei is very close to Ning Xin,

Smelling the aura emanating from her body, it was quiet, just like her, bright and restrained, like an orchid blooming alone in the valley.

There was a pen on the table, Yang Fei picked it up, opened her notebook, and wrote a few words.

Ning Xin put her hands on the desk and listened intently, but her eyes were still following Yang Fei's pen.

What he wrote: "Papaya Whitening Soap, very refreshing smell."

The beautiful Xingkai script is the most popular Ponzi script.

In 1993, Pang Zhonghua became the chairman of the Chinese Hard-tipped Pen Calligraphy Association, which set off an upsurge of hard-tipped pen calligraphy that is popular in my country.

No matter the cadres, the masses, or the students, they are all proud of writing a beautiful Ponzi calligraphy.

Writing a good handwriting, not to mention the extra points in front of girls, even in the exam, you can get a good score on the paper.

Ning Xin's eyes lit up, she was slightly surprised, and she was reserved and didn't speak.

Yang Fei smiled and wrote another line.

"Bee flower shampoo."

Ning Xin's eyes were shining again, with black and white eyes, she turned around, glanced at him, slightly annoyed, and pointed to Ouyang Xue who was giving a lecture on the stage.

Yang Fei shrugged and wrote two words: "Boring."

This time, Ouyang Xue finally noticed his little tricks, swiped a piece of chalk over, and accurately threw it on the desks of Yang Fei and Ning Xin.

Ning Xin was startled, she straightened her waist, her heart was pounding and pounding non-stop.

"Yang Fei, what are you writing? I'm about to explain the key points of grammar, have you listened carefully to the class?" Ouyang Xue came over.

Yang Fei wanted to put away the homework on the table, but it was too late.

"Papaya skin whitening soap, very fresh smell? Bee flower shampoo? Boring?" Ouyang Xue's face changed three times in a row, and she asked in a deep voice, "What are you writing about? My lectures are boring, right? You used to Which school? The lectures there are not boring? Then why did you change schools?"

Yang Fei shut up rationally.

Ouyang Xue helped the mirror frame, and said: "You can transfer to our class at this time, which shows that your family has some background. But, let me tell you! In our class, your parents' background is not considered! What we fight is individual effort And grades! If you fail the monthly exam, I will advise the school to transfer you to other classes! It’s fine if you don’t study, don’t affect other students!”

The teachers in No. 1 Middle School are notoriously strict, and the quality of teaching in No. 1 Middle School is also notoriously good.

It is not unreasonable for strict teachers to produce high-quality apprentices.

Yang Fei chose to remain silent rationally.

At this moment, silence is golden.

After Ouyang Xue got angry, she walked back to the podium and continued the class.

Logically speaking, her lectures are really good. Yang Fei is a person who has experienced it, and later generations have intensively studied English, so he knows that she is a person with real talents.

After finally getting out of class, Yang Fei let out a long breath, thanked Ning Xin, picked up the chair, and put it back in place.

From the beginning to the end, Ning Xin never said a word to him.

It seems that this is a very introverted girl.

It was only ten minutes before the end of get out of class, and Ouyang Xue delayed the class for another three minutes. If Yang Fei didn't leave quickly, he wouldn't be able to slip away.

The class bell rang.

This class was still Ouyang Xue's English class, she spoke for a few minutes, and suddenly realized something was wrong, and asked, "Where's the new Yang Fei?"

The whole class looked back, but there was no Yang Fei, and no one answered.

"Ning Xin, where's Yang Fei?" Ouyang Xue asked by name.

"I don't know." Ning Xin stood up and answered, then sat down quickly.