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Chapter 184 Jingu Sakura

Under the eager eyes of all the students in Class 2 of the International Finance Department in the entire classroom, people came in one after another from outside the classroom door.

Exchange student in Japan.

The leader is a Japanese boy, wearing a simple plain gray shirt, a pair of khaki trousers, and canvas shoes. Although his face is not handsome, he has good features, and his expression is flat without much tension or other emotions. And the temperament exuding from the whole person is inexplicably attractive.

Many girls in the classroom couldn't help their eyes light up slightly:

"oh--"

"One handsome guy!"

"It's not the handsome one, but the temperament feels so comfortable."

"It's my type!"

The other boys in the class curled their lips after hearing this for a while: "That's it..." "I don't think there is any temperament", "The girls are all nympho".

As for the seats in the back row of the classroom, Qiu Le couldn't help but sigh:

"Hey, man—"

Feng Tao's eyes still fell on the door:

"What's the hurry, this is the first one."

"There are six more behind."

Immediately behind the first Japanese boy, several Japanese exchange students walked in one after another, but they were all boys, and each of them was dressed in the same style and expression as the first boy. Standing in a row, they all stood upright and straight, and their expressions looked clear...

In other words, it was a little cold.

Some boys in the class couldn't help frowning, and whispered to each other:

"Hey, why do you think these guys seem to be quite proud?"

"Everyone is dead-faced and paralyzed—"

"What's the matter, aren't they willing to come to our school for exchange? They don't like us here?"

"A group of little Japanese, what is there to be proud of..."

At this time, several Japanese boys on the stage have already started to introduce themselves.

The first boy in the lead glanced down the stage with a flat expression, his gaze almost didn't stop at anyone, and then quickly retracted, then bowed slightly:

"Miyamoto Sugito, please give me your advice."

He speaks Chinese, and the tone and pronunciation are a little strange, but in terms of etiquette, he seems to be impeccable.

Immediately afterwards, the second, third, and fourth exchange students introduced themselves one after another:

"Ueda key."

"Hiroshi Aoki."

"Saya Ito."

"Young Nakamura."

When every Japanese exchange student on the podium introduced himself, he bowed like the first Sugito Miyamoto. When he reported his name, he did not forget to add a sentence, please advise. Everyone has done a good job in etiquette So thoughtful and tactful, but...

It always makes people subconsciously feel uncomfortable.

"It's true... I feel a little arrogant."

On the back seat, Feng Tao frowned and looked at the Japanese boys on the stage, standing in a row with calm expressions and hands hanging in front of him. Although everyone introduced themselves politely, they all gave such a concise introduction. , but it also seems to make people feel that the other party is not willing to talk to the students in Class 2 of Guojin in the classroom.

There is an inexplicable sense of indifference and alienation.

Shen Zhuang, who was sitting next to Feng Tao, had a more simple and honest personality, and he was unwilling to think of these new Japanese students as bad, so he said optimistically:

"No way—"

"Maybe it's just that their Chinese is not very good, and they can't speak other things if they want to speak."

"Well, it's also possible." Feng Tao nodded, but still frowned, feeling that the situation would not be as easy and simple as Shen Zhuang said.

And Qiu Le, who was sitting next to him, stared straight at the few Japanese exchange students on the podium, and muttered like counting:

"One, two, three, four..."

"Five, six."

Then Qiu Le looked disappointed:

"Fuck, all six are men!?"

Feng Tao couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Okay, you, just give up. How can you be so lucky that you will definitely meet some beautiful Japanese soft girl? Do you really think that all beauties in this world are rotten?"

Qiu Le, on the other hand, was extremely frustrated: "Damn... don't talk about beauties, all of them are men, and it's too boring to not even have a woman."

Suddenly he seemed to wake up, and Qiu Le's eyes lit up again:

"wrong!"

"That's only six."

"Didn't it mean that there were seven exchange students in this batch, and there was one less!—"

And at the same time as his voice fell, there were slight footsteps outside the classroom door.

The six Japanese exchange students on the podium, as well as all the students in Class 2 of IFC, looked towards the door again. i

Then--

Everyone sees it first...

It was a pair of plain white cloth shoes, and they stepped on the ground at the door of the classroom with smooth but light steps.

A Japanese girl who was so beautiful that almost everyone could suffocate slightly walked into the eyes of everyone in the class with a peaceful expression.

Almost instantly, all the boys in the class stared blankly.

There was an absolute silence.

The girl walked lightly to the front of the podium. Tingting was standing, her figure was not tall but she looked slender and well-proportioned. Her waist-length straight black long hair was scattered behind her like a waterfall. Zhang also has a beautiful face that is so delicate that you can hardly pick out any flaws. The eyes in his eyes are as clear and peaceful as lake water. He looks at all the students in Class 2 of Guojin who have been shocked under the podium, then smiles slightly, and bows:

"Sakura Jingu."

"Please take care of me."

It is also Chinese, although the tone is also a bit strange, but it shows a strange and pleasant charm when paired with that light and melodious voice, and even makes people want to hear a few more words from the girl.

And it is also impeccable and thoughtful etiquette of bowing and bowing, but compared with the previous six Japanese exchange boys, the speech and behavior of the girl named Jingu Sakura will not bring people the slightest discomfort, just feel Everything is extremely natural and perfectly matched with the quiet temperament of a girl.

Seeing that the seven Japanese exchange students had finished their self-introductions, the counselor beside the podium also smiled and clapped their hands:

"alright."

"These seven new students from Japan will spend a school year with everyone in our National Finance Class 2. They have learned a certain level of Chinese before coming, but they must not speak it well enough. , I hope that the students in our class can give a lot of help in the future and get along well—"

The voice fell.

There was almost no need for the counselor to continue to signal, and there was thunderous applause in the classroom of the whole class.

Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa! ! ! !

The boys who applauded the most enthusiastically and positively were the boys in the class. While applauding desperately, they all looked at the girl named Jingu Sakura with unconcealed amazement and admiration, and almost wiped their saliva with their hands:

Good luck!

God is very kind to their National Finance Class 2!

This is so...

She is simply a super-excellent 10-point goddess-level girl, okay? !

"Grass, there really is a top-quality Japanese soft girl!"

Qiu Le in the back row of the classroom almost stared out of his eyes. Surprise and shock were mixed together, and he was about to say something:

"Mom, is it true that the most important part is put at the end!!?"

Even Feng Tao on the side couldn't help taking a breath, and looked at Jingu Ying with amazement:

"This girl..."

"Looks, body and temperament, among beauties, they are also the top class!"

Shen Zhuang, who has the most honest personality, also muttered:

"It's all... not worse than Miss Tangtang and Sister Xue, right?"