Quick Wear: Inferiority is the best dowry for men

He Sheng looked at the people around him and roughly estimated that there were about 50 of them, almost the same number of people in the same class.

There were all kinds of people in this crowd, some in their twenties and thirties, some who looked to be in their forties or fifties, and even that muscular guy, who couldn't fit in the largest size of the school uniform and couldn't even button up the clothes.

A woman in professional attire came out of the door and said, "Transfer students, follow me in."

Leading everyone into the campus, she began to introduce herself, "I'm Teacher Wang, the dean of this school. If you have any questions, you can come to me. I'll try my best to help if I can. Shengying Noble Academy brings together the best students in the city with the best academics and families. You transfer students better be more discerning. No one here is someone you can mess with."

"I will announce the class divisions next." She took out a piece of paper from her pocket. "When you hear your name, write down which class you've been assigned to and go find your homeroom teacher."

Someone asked her, "Where can we find the class teacher?"

She sneered, "That's not my business. Figure it out yourself."

Although it is an aristocratic college, the service attitude seems to be not good enough. He Sheng looked down at his clothes, not knowing what their status was in the dungeon.

There were 55 people present, evenly divided into 11 classes.

After reading the last name, Teacher Wang put on her high heels and left, leaving them alone.

He Sheng was confused. Should she explore on her own now? There were no rules that had to be followed in this instance, right? Or did they have to explore with their blood and lives?

He Sheng was assigned to Class 11 of Senior High School. She always felt that this last class must be full of problem students.

There is a huge clock in the center of the teaching building. When the hour hand reaches 12, the bell for the end of get out of class rings.

Along with it came the sound of a broadcast.

[The get out of class is over, please take a break and go back to the classroom before the class starts. As a student, your most important task is to abide by the school rules. If you violate the school rules too many times, you will be deprived of your student status! ]

Okay, now they have to find their assigned class within ten minutes.

There are three buildings on campus, and each building is quite far away from each other. Ten minutes is not enough to go back and forth. In other words, to find out which building the first year of high school is in, you can only gamble.

Students began to walk in the corridor. He Sheng looked down at the school badge on his chest, and then compared it with the school badges on the chests of students in each building.

She found out.

The school badges of different grades have different colors.

He Sheng strode towards the building with the same color as the school emblem on her chest. There were still five minutes left before class, and time was running out. She hoped that the distribution of their classrooms was also reasonable.

When she walked downstairs, she saw the class numbers on the classroom doors. The distribution was indeed reasonable, except that her class 11 was on the fourth floor! ! There were three classes on the first floor, from class 1 to class 3, so class 11 was naturally on the upper floor.

He Sheng accepted his fate and climbed the stairs. Is it reasonable that an aristocratic school doesn't have an elevator? Is it reasonable? !

It’s not that I can’t climb, it’s that I just don’t want to climb.

Because I wasn't familiar with that group of players, and the players and NPCs were wearing the same school uniforms, I couldn't tell who was the NPC and who was the player when I walked into the building.

He Sheng stood at the door of Class 11 classroom waiting for the unlucky player who was assigned to the same room with her, hoping that he or she could guess that she was a player.

When the bell rang, everyone rushed into the classroom, and He Sheng walked into the classroom at the end of the bell.

She didn't see any other suspected players, and wondered if they died because they couldn't be found.

According to convention, transfer students should introduce themselves when they arrive in class, so the best option for her is to stand at the door and wait for the teacher to make arrangements.

While we were waiting, the mechanical announcement sounded again.

[You are the heir of the He Group, He Sheng. Because of family needs, you transferred to Shengying to continue your studies. You have a yandere personality and are moody. You like Chi Biehe from Class 11. You transferred to this class just to pursue him.]

[Pay attention to maintaining your persona. There are people in the class you used to know. Hide yourself well and don’t let others find out that you are an outsider, otherwise... you will disappear.]

Hearing this name, He Sheng's heart skipped a beat. Was she overthinking it? Could this just be a common name for NPCs?

While she was thinking, a female teacher walked into the classroom. She saw He Sheng at the door and smiled at her gently, "You are already here. No wonder I couldn't find you."

She walked up to the podium and all the students' eyes were fixed on it.

"Classmates, there is a transfer student in our class this semester. Come on up and introduce yourself."

He Sheng walked up to the podium, turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard, saying concisely, "My name is He Sheng, hello everyone."

The character of a moody person... It's easy to say, but it's also difficult to say. It's hard to find the right balance. Adhering to the idea of ​​saying less and making fewer mistakes, He Sheng tries to speak less.

She stood on the podium, her eyes sweeping across the faces of the students below one by one, but after looking at them all, she didn't see a single face that she recognized.

Maybe the name is just a coincidence.

The female teacher patted He Sheng on the shoulder and said, "I'm the head teacher of Class 11. My last name is Zhang. If you have any questions, you can come to my office."

"Okay, Teacher Zhang."

"You just sit..." She glanced around the classroom, "Next to classmate Chi Biehe, did the boy sitting by the window see it? You sit next to him." She stretched out her hand and pointed to He Sheng.

He Sheng walked over obediently, gently pulled out the stool and sat down.

"Okay, collect yourself, take out your Chinese textbooks, and start the class. He Sheng, you don't have a book, so check with your deskmate first."

He Sheng tilted her head to look at her deskmate. His long bangs covered most of his face. She could only see half of his nose and mouth. Just looking at these two parts, He Sheng thought he should be a handsome boy.

She asked him quietly, "Hello, can I read the Chinese textbook with you?"

He silently pushed the Chinese textbook towards He Sheng, proving with his actions that he could do it.

Teacher Zhang's class was full of ups and downs, but this was the first class in the morning. He Sheng could see no less than five people dozing off just by looking up.

He Sheng looked at his deskmate, who was still listening to the class attentively.

She frowned. Her character was that of a fanatical pursuer of his. Shouldn't she do something that fits her character? So she stopped reading the Chinese textbook and focused all her attention on Chi Biehe's face.

Thick bangs covered his eyebrows, but it didn't matter, she could see his mouth.

He Sheng held her chin with one hand and looked at him sideways. Wow, the more she looked at him, the more handsome he seemed. This guy was the type that was worth looking at. The only thing she didn’t know was what his eyes were like. If his eyes were beautiful, then he would definitely be her type!

"Don't...don't look at me...read a book."

Her little deskmate said stutteringly.