Reborn 1980 Girls should be self-reliant

August [-]th is the first day of Han Xiaoxiao's high school. The day before, she rode a bicycle to go around the provincial experiment, so she knew where the school was. After getting up and having breakfast, she sewed it on her back bag, and rode to school.

Apart from people on foot, there were also occasional buses on the road, all of which were full of bicycles. She felt a little excited to join them.

Finally arrived at Experimental High School, she got out of the car, pushed to go in, and was stopped by the gatekeeper.

"Master, I'm a freshman in high school who is here to report." She took out the admission notice from her bag.

The uncle took a look and waved her in.

After putting the car away in the carport, she ran to the bulletin board to check her shift status.

After searching for a long time, I finally saw myself in a row of red paper and many names, Class [-] and [-], Han Xiaoxiao.

Looking at the number plate of Senior One and Three Classes hanging at the door, she walked in.

"Freshmen come here to line up, register first, and then go to the finance office to pay the tuition." A teacher-like person saw her coming in and said.

Han Xiaoxiao hurried over and got behind the line, with five people standing in front of her.

When it was her turn, the teacher glanced at her and asked, "What's your name?"

"Han Xiaoxiao."

The teacher scratched the roster and pushed the booklet in front of her. "Sign your name here."

Han Xiaoxiao quickly took the pen and wrote down her name.

Seeing her handwriting, the teacher was slightly surprised. "The handwriting is not bad, have you practiced calligraphy?" This handwriting is strong and boned, and it looks very comfortable, and ordinary people can't write it.

When Da Yin was a lady, she really practiced calligraphy, but she didn't use a brush after coming here, so she had to adapt for a few days.

Thinking that the teacher didn't know her past, she nodded. "Practice some."

"Okay, let's go to the financial office to pay the fee." The teacher didn't say anything more, but he had already remembered her in his heart. Students who have practiced calligraphy will not only be able to publish blackboard newspapers in the future, but also watch them when there is a calligraphy competition. join.

There were quite a few students who went to the finance office to pay their tuition fees. Without asking, she followed the flow of people to find the finance office. Here, the queue was much longer than that in the classroom. After all, students from all classes had to come here to pay their tuition fees.

While queuing up, Han Xiaoxiao looked at the surrounding environment.

Suddenly there was a dispute ahead.

"Why do you jump in line?" A somewhat thin boy shouted at the tall boy next to him.

"Why should I? This is my friend's seat for me, isn't it? Besides, I'm sticking in his head, not yours. Why are you getting so excited?" The tall boy had a rebellious expression on his face.

"It doesn't matter who you put in the front, it's wrong anyway, you should go to the queue by yourself, otherwise, what are we hard-working people in the queue?" The skinny boy argued.

"Tch, I want to see who has an opinion. You, or you, whoever has an opinion, stand up." The tall boy pointed to a few students who were close to him and shouted.

The students who had had some complaints about his jumping in the queue were a little timid when they saw him looking for faults, so none of them stood up again.

The tall boy looked at the thin boy and laughed. "Have you seen it? You're the only one who is jerking, and everyone has no objection."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man stood up. "I have an opinion." Han Xiaoxiao said helplessly. She didn't want to cause trouble on the first day of school, but she really couldn't see this kid's arrogant appearance.

Seeing that it was just a girl, the tall man laughed. "Student, do you want to stop thinking about it?" He said threateningly.

"Don't think about it, I have a lot of opinions on your jumping in the queue. This classmate is right. We have worked so hard to line up, but you have to jump in the queue at will. If everyone is like you, there is no order at all. Yours Time is time, isn’t our time time? This classmate, please go to the back and line up.”

"That's right, why jump in the queue." Xu Shi saw someone taking the lead, and some students who were a little bolder muttered.

"That's right, go in line."

"queue."

……

Seeing more and more students supporting Han Xiaoxiao and the skinny boy, the tall boy pointed at Han Xiaoxiao and gritted his teeth: "Okay, good job, just wait and see." .

Seeing that the trouble is gone, Han Xiaoxiao took out a book from his bag and looked.

"Thank you for being able to stand up." A voice sounded from in front of her. She looked up and saw the thin boy standing in front of her.

"Huh? Aren't you at the front?" There must be a lot of difference between the two.

The boy smiled. "I switched with the classmate in front of you.

No wonder, she closed the book. "You're welcome, it's just that he's wrong."

"Everyone knows that he is wrong, but there are a few people who dare to stand up, so thank you."

"You're welcome."

"My name is Wang Jinsong, I'm in Class One and Three, which class are you in?"

"Coincidentally, I am also in Class One and Three, and my name is Han Xiaoxiao." What a coincidence, the one who helped was my future classmate.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jinsong became happy. "We are in the same class."

Wang Jinsong is from the provincial capital, and he knows a lot about Experimental High School. After chatting, Han Xiaoxiao found out that this guy's family is not ordinary. His mother is the director of the hospital, and his father is the director of a factory.

After chatting, queuing was not so boring anymore. When it was Wang Jinsong's turn, Han Xiaoxiao had already learned a lot about Experimental High School from him.

Wang Jinsong didn't leave after paying the tuition and got the receipt, but stood aside and waited for Han Xiaoxiao.

After she finished handing in, the two returned to the classroom together.

When I got to the edge of the playground, the road ahead was blocked by people.

"I said, why are there still people coming out to stand on your team? The two of you Ganqing knew each other before, so I just happened to clean it up together." The tall boy followed two people with an extremely arrogant attitude.

"What are you going to do? This is a school, do you want to break the school rules on the first day of school?" Wang Jinsong stood in front of Han Xiaoxiao and said nervously.

"School rules? I, Yang Dachui, never know how the word "school rules" is written." After speaking, he kicked towards Wang Jinsong.

Wang Jinsong closed his eyes nervously, but he heard a scream in his ear.

etc?This voice is not my own.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that Han Xiaoxiao, who was still behind him, had already stood in front of him, and Yang Dahui, who was still extremely arrogant just now, was lying on the ground crying with his legs covered.

What happened in the end?
On the opposite side, the two boys who witnessed the passing were dumbfounded.

Facing Yang Sledgehammer who was wailing on the ground, Han Xiaoxiao kicked him and said, "Boy, haven't you heard of the saying that there are people outside the world and there is a sky outside the sky? In the future, keep your eyes bright and let me know that you are bullying people in school. Look at me!" I won't clean you up.

After she finished speaking, she looked at Wang Jinsong who hadn't recovered yet. "Let's go, let's go back to the classroom."

Wang Jinsong nodded blankly and followed her footsteps.

This idiot named Yang Dachui insisted on forcing himself to stand up on the first day of school, and now he can't bear his violent temper more and more.

Without the shackles of Miss Boudoir and the nagging of nuns, she completely let herself go.

Yang Dachui, who was kicked back by her, watched her go away, and cried out in pain: "What is the origin of this girl?" "Hiss, it hurts!" Could it be that his leg was broken by the kick?