She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"I don't know what Li is talking about, and I don't know how I have offended you. If Li doesn't like me joining Class 1, why don't you go and talk to the head teacher."

Manshu's voice was not loud, but she was telling the truth.

What's the point of doing small tricks? If Li Jiayin really joins forces with other classmates to find the teacher, she will respect the other party as a man!

"What are you talking about? The head teacher has already been..."

Li Jiayin was halfway through her speech when she suddenly remembered that she had been punished to write a 3,000-word self-criticism in the toilet because of her inappropriate remarks.

She stopped talking decisively.

Manshu looked at her as if she were a coward.

Li Jiayin was so angry, but she had no idea what to do with Manshu.

Manshu loved this expression of hers, which was exactly like "I like that you can't stand me but can't get rid of me."

Qin Gege couldn't help laughing when she saw that she had made Li Jiayin so angry that she was almost fuming.

Miss Qin laughed loudly, and her classmates were all confused as to why.

Yan Siyu had nothing to do with this, but Wu Lingling, who sat in front of her, knew that she and Li Jiayin had just left together after class.

I couldn't help but ask her: "Siyu, do you know what happened in the bathroom? Why did Jiayin bully the new student?"

And he just happened to be discovered by the head teacher. Isn't this just walking into the teacher's trap?

"It was a misunderstanding. Jiayin didn't do anything. She was just curious about how the new student was assigned to our class."

Yan Siyu looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, as if there was really some inside story about Manshu's transfer to Class 1.

As soon as she said this, the people around her turned their attention back.

Not to mention Li Jiayin, the whole class was curious about this matter.

Especially after the news that "Manshu came from the countryside and went to high school in the county" spread.

Wu Lingling's eyes were gleaming with gossip: "It's just a question, the teacher won't catch you and make you write a self-criticism, right?"

"Maybe Jiayin asked the question in the wrong way. She said she suspected Yan Manshu of cheating in the exam, but that should be false."

"The teacher asked Jiayin to write a self-examination, so there is definitely no cheating. However, the new student got 663 points in the transfer test, which is indeed..."

She wanted to say it was indeed very high.

But before she could finish her sentence, Wu Lingling had already taken it away.

"It's indeed questionable! In our class, she's ranked in the 20th place, right?"

Yingcai Experimental Middle School is recognized as the best school in the city.

Class 1 of Grade 3 is also the best class in the liberal arts.

Among the top fifty students in every exam, at least thirty are from Class 1.

The other classes together compete for those dozen or so places.

It is conceivable what the level of Manshu's previous school was that allowed her to rank 20th or 30th in the class.

It would be fine if she transferred from No. 1 Middle School, No. 2 Middle School, or No. 3 Middle School.

But I heard that she was just from a county high school under City C.

This is a bit unscientific!

Yan Siyu's words, after being spoken by Wu Lingling, completely misled everyone.

Some students will inevitably follow their thoughts and be curious about the new students' grades.

If I really got 663 points, would it be cheating?

But some people had heard Manshu say in the corridor that the real results would be revealed in the monthly exam.

For example, Chen Ran.

He just disliked Wu Lingling's gossipy attitude and her desire to create chaos in the world.

"You are allowed to be smart, but others are not allowed to study well? When did it become stipulated that students from districts and counties cannot get good grades?"

"The top scorer in science last year was a student at a county high school!"

It’s not like there aren’t smart students in county schools. What’s there to look down on?