Daiyu: After being reborn, who still wants to be a yandere?

When Zheng Yan heard "a transfer student from No. 1 Middle School", she immediately became interested. She asked:

"Teacher, which student are you talking about?"

The Dean of Academic Affairs curled his lips and pointed at his phone and said:

"Lu Fang, the one who was recommended to Tsinghua University, have you heard of him?"

This academic master is so willful. He was admitted to National Tsinghua University but insisted on transferring to their crappy school. I don’t know what’s going on in his mind.

Moreover, he transferred to No. 6 Middle School, but No. 1 Middle School would not let him go, so he voluntarily gave up his admission quota and fought hard to come to No. 6 Middle School.

The Dean of Academic Affairs also encountered this kind of student for the first time. He was in a headache and clicked WeChat on his mobile phone:

"Well, I'll send a WeChat message to ask this classmate Lu Fang."

When Zheng Yan heard the words "send WeChat", her heart started beating like a gong:

"Teacher, I promised you that I would share my experience. Please help us create a group so that we can exchange experiences in the group, which will be conducive to learning."

The Dean of Academic Affairs was overjoyed after hearing this, and he quickly formed them into a group and named it the "Academic Masters Experience Exchange Group."

Because only the group owner of Silla’s WeChat group can see the group, and other group members can’t see it, Zheng Yan wanted to see Lu Fang’s WeChat as soon as possible, so she said:

"Teacher, please post the experience sharing task directly in the group, so that we can complete the task."

When the Dean of Academic Affairs heard Zheng Yan's urging, he realized that he had been so busy having fun that he had forgotten about this matter. He quickly sent a message in the group:

[Dear top students, the school adheres to the concept of mutual help and mutual assistance, so that everyone can make progress together...

Today, the first task of assistance is to share math experience with Class 1 of Senior 3. 】

As soon as the Dean of Academic Affairs sent the message, Zheng Yan saw the group message pop up and immediately clicked on the avatar of a chess piece "pawn" and sent a friend invitation:

[Hello, Mr. Lu, I am Zheng Yan. ]

On Lu Fang's side, a message rang on his phone. He clicked it and saw the group message. His first reaction was to frown. He was about to click to quit the group directly, but suddenly he saw "Senior 3 Class 1"——

Hey, isn’t Daiyu in Class 1 of Grade 3?

He casually typed in the group:

【. 】

Zheng Yan originally just wanted to add Lu Fang on WeChat, so she didn't bother to read the group messages carefully. Xu Shaohua next to her said in a muffled voice:

"Teacher, you want us science students to discuss mathematics with arts students?"

His tone was full of disdain for those liberal arts losers, not to mention the math subject which required logical thinking and calculation skills.

Zheng Yan was also dissatisfied after hearing this. She was about to retort to the Dean of Academic Affairs when her eyes stopped on the "." that Lu Fang had in the group chat. Oh my God, she felt a sense of happiness as if she had received a click.

**

In class one, the math teacher introduced Daiyu to everyone.

"Hello, students. This is the new transfer student."

The math teacher asked Daiyu to go to the stage and introduce herself to everyone.

Daiyu was wearing a white dress today, and she walked slowly to the front of the stage. Wherever she walked, the birds in the courtyard were startled; when she was about to arrive, her shadow passed through the corridor.

There are mostly girls in the liberal arts class, and the students in the class have actually become immune to beautiful girls.

However, when everyone saw this person who seemed to have walked out of a painting, they couldn't help but exclaim "Wow".

Until they saw the black mark on her face, they couldn't help but sigh for her. It was a pity that such a pretty face had such a black spot.

Even God is jealous of her beauty!

Daiyu stood in front of the stage with ease, picked up a piece of chalk and wrote her name on the blackboard.

It is said that a person's handwriting reflects his or her personality. Although Daiyu looks weak and frail, her handwriting is vigorous and elegant.

"Hello everyone, I am Lin Daiyu..."

She looked at the audience earnestly with her sharp eyes. Today she finally experienced what it meant to be in love at first sight.

A classmate joked:

"Is this sister the one who uprooted the weeping willow tree?"

Lu Fang had sneaked into the classroom. When he heard this, he thought of how Daiyu had helped him shoot a slingshot yesterday. He inexplicably felt that pulling out a weeping willow tree was quite in line with Daiyu's temperament. He imitated Lu Zhishen's sturdy voice and said:

"How dare you pull out the tree I was going to pull out!"

Daiyu looked at Lu Fang below the stage, trembling her eyebrows, and laughed out loud, then replied in a smoky Jiangnan voice:

"Oh, I pulled it out at an unlucky time. If I had known you were going to pull it out, I wouldn't have done it. You pull it out today, and I'll pull it out tomorrow. This way, we can stagger the time so it won't be too lonely, nor too lively."

As soon as Daiyu finished speaking, she made a "Mr. Mighty" gesture to the audience, then pretended to throw a handkerchief and walked towards the empty seat in the audience.

The students clapped their hands on the tables and laughed so hard that all the kids a hundred kilometers away woke up and ran to school.

"Hahahahahahahaha, my daughter has grown up, she is as strong as a mountain and as powerful as the world."

"Sister Lin, you know how to pull out trees!"

"The mushrooms I ate today are cooked, right? Why did I hear this?"

A boy with green hair and a Shamatte look ran over and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Daiyu:

"Hello, Sister Lin. I am the willow tree."

Lin Daiyu looked up at him, saw the green hair, smiled and said:

"Are you a carrot head?"

The classmates in the class laughed so hard that the students next to them thought they were going to lay eggs.

"Hahahahahahaha, willow tree, oh, no, carrot, reply to her quickly: You can pull them out!"

Yang Liushu silently withdrew his hand and replied:

"Uh... I'm just a plant. Do you want to ask for my opinion?"

……

Daiyu saw that there was only an empty seat next to Lu Fang, so she went over and sat down with her schoolbag on her back.

Last night, Daiyu probably flipped through her math textbook, because she had never learned Arabic numerals.

So in the textbook, except for the Chinese characters, she was completely confused by the rest of the Arabic numerals.

As soon as she took her seat, she took out her mobile phone and began to search frantically on Baidu for the introduction to college entrance examination mathematics, but she still couldn't figure it out.

When she found out, she opened a preschool education class and saw Arabic numerals teaching on it.

She finally got the right idea.

On the stage, the teacher was teaching and answering questions with great enthusiasm.

Offstage, Daiyu was writing down Arabic numerals from 1 to 100.

In order to help her memorize better, after copying down to 100, she deliberately added a row of capital letters "one, two, three..." as annotations below.

Lu Fang, who was standing next to her, saw that she was copying very seriously, and looked over with some curiosity——

What are these 1/2/3/4?

Lu Fang pointed at the page she was on and asked:

"Daiyu, what are you copying?"

Daiyu didn't even raise her head, and just silently replied with two words:

"dictionary."

Tired of copying, she began to recall an ancient book on abacus that she had read when she was young.

While recalling, he began to write it down on paper.

Because she is a transfer student and it was her first day in class, she had an interesting self-introduction just now.

Moreover, Daiyu looks very smart and is the kind of student that all teachers like. Naturally, the math teacher has a good impression of her.

Seeing her lowering her head and taking notes seriously under the table, the math teacher was even more satisfied.

At this time, outside the door, the Dean of Academic Affairs led Zheng Yan and Xu Shaohua over -