The Boss Medicine of Quick Transmigration is Coming

Chapter 523 Summer Wind (3)

This fragrance made Xi Fan amazed: "I don't know what brand of shower gel that boy is using, it smells pretty good, I have to ask the Lafayette at home to look for it when I have time, and see if I can buy it and use it .”

Xi Fan and his family now live in a villa area in the city center, which belongs to a villa area within a villa, and those who can live in it are either rich or expensive.

And the high school she transferred to now is a private high school. As we all know, the fees of private high schools are much higher than those of public high schools, and the students who can enter are from rich families.

It's just that Xi Fan's high school is different from other private high schools. The teaching quality of this private high school is better than that of public high schools, even though its fees are already much more expensive than public high schools.

And its admission score is higher than that of general public high schools.

Xi Fan was able to enter the school smoothly because he had passed a series of assessments and met the admission requirements, and he had to pay double the tuition fee.

They need both money and grades. According to Xi Fan's words, this school is simply "crazy".

But who made his enrollment rate be the first in the province? It is enough to have confidence in the enrollment rate.

Still obsessed with the smell of the shower gel that the boy used, Xi Fan walked slowly towards the school.

As a transfer student, it doesn't matter if you are late for the first day of reporting.

Because no matter how early you go, you have to ask the class teacher to lead you in and make an introduction, so it's better to arrive at the morning reading time, so that you don't delay the class and don't have to wait in the teacher's office, killing two birds with one stone.

This is all from the experience of transferring students.

Wandering around to the school, the school gate has been closed.

Standing outside the school gate, looking at the big characters "Bo Wen High School" shining in the sun on the grand gate, Xi Fan sighed, it is worthy of being the No. [-] high school in the provincial capital, and even these words look so wink.

He stepped forward and explained his identity with the doorman with a sweet smile, and Xi Fan was let in smoothly.

At this time, the entire teaching building was filled with the sound of morning reading, which made Xi Fan, who was walking alone in the corridor, feel a "sense of loneliness" that "everyone is drunk and I am alone".

"Oh, it's a pity that I will never have this feeling again." Standing in front of the first-grade teacher's office, Xi Fan sighed silently, then adjusted his expression and knocked on the door.

"report!"

"Come in."

There are 24 classes in the first grade, and the head teacher's office is divided into two rooms. This is one of them, and there are all the head teachers from classes [-] to [-] sitting in it.

The head teachers of other classes were all staring at the morning reading in the classroom, but Xi Fan's head teacher knew that Xi Fan would arrive today, so he was waiting in the office when he heard the knock on the door.

Seeing Xi Fan, Jing Qingshu, the homeroom teacher sitting in the middle office, smiled and stood up to meet him and said, "Xi Fan is here, let's go. I'll take you to the classroom. It's time for class in a while."

"Good teacher Jing."

The first class happened to be Jing Qingshu's Chinese class, she took the lesson plan and led Xi Fan to the class.

When he was still some distance away from Class One (Second) of Senior High, Xi Fan heard the sound of Chinese reading aloud from the class.

Jing Qingshu was quite satisfied at first and looked at the back first, but her face quickly darkened after lying on the window, and not long after she stood at the back of the classroom, the sound of reading in the class seemed to be more orderly and louder than before , making Xi Fan snicker.

It seems that the situation of students being lazy and skating does not matter which school they are in. This is an innate skill.

(End of this chapter)