The sweet smell of citrus

"Okay, you go back."

The girl turned around and was about to leave. When she was almost at the door, the math teacher called out again and stopped her.

Song Yi turned around with doubts on his face, as if he was asking, what's the matter?

The math teacher thought for a while, and added following the previous words: "Actually, you shouldn't be asked to bring transfer students at this point, and you don't have to be so aggressive, just do your best."

Song Yi was startled for a moment, and quickly remembered the key point, "I see, thank you teacher."

There was a muffled knock at the office door.

Song Yi tasted the conversation with the teacher today and entered the classroom.

The peaceful day passed quickly.

Same as yesterday, Song Yi went to the bathroom after brushing up his weak English, but today's efficiency was much faster than yesterday, and he set aside four or ten minutes before going to bed.

After applying the hydration essence cream, Song Yi took advantage of the spare time to do yoga for a while.

While doing yoga, she was thinking about the conversation she had with her math teacher today.

When mentioning transfer students again and again, the words are full of caring.

If you are really a god of learning, you still need to be so meticulous?Cross out the god of learning, that is the latter.

I've heard people gossip that the math teacher can be regarded as a bit of a backer at school, and she wouldn't tell an ordinary second generation to tell her over and over again, which means that the person who came here probably has some status.

In addition, at the end of the conversation, I specially added a sentence——

It's not easy for you in the third year of high school, just do your best.

Then this powerful transfer student probably has a bad temper and is a bit difficult to deal with.

Gee.

She was about to be at the same table with such an exciting person.

After 15 minutes of yoga, the phone's alarm clock rang, and Song Yi quickly got up and went to the bathroom. There were still 5 minutes before going to bed.

The half-length mirror that has been scrubbed cleanly reflects the delicate face of the girl.

Taking advantage of the last 5 minutes, Song Yi started rehearsing in front of the mirror.

"Hello, I'm Song Yi, and we will be at the same table from now on."

Tsk, this sentence is too rustic.

"Hello, classmate. I'm Song Yi, the monitor of Class Two, Senior Three. I hope you can integrate into our class from today on."

Tsk, this sentence is bureaucratic.

that……

"Good morning, classmate x."

Good morning is ordinary without losing style, x stands for surname, and classmate x sounds a little cute.

You are the one.

"Fangxin arsonist, Goddess Song, work harder tomorrow."

She winked in the mirror, and lay down on the bed contentedly.

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The next day Song Yi woke up 10 minutes earlier, which was the highest respect she showed to her tablemate whom she had never met.

When meeting for the first time, although you don't know whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, social preparations must be made.

The school sailor uniform cannot be changed, so——

Just pin a pink bobby pin between the side hair.

In such a hot season, pink can be regarded as a bright color.

After getting ready, Song Yi set off for the school.

Song Yi, who just arrived at the campus today, is a little excited, ah, it's normal to be excited, after all, today is a very different day.

After two classes in the classroom, Song Yi frowned slightly, this is too late...why didn't the transfer student come?

Just as she was thinking about this nonsense, the get out of class was over, and during the break, the class teacher suddenly showed up.

She went into the office again.

Song Yi, who thought the head teacher would introduce the transfer student in class today:? ? ?

Is it so high-end that you still have to meet in the office first?

However, even if it was an office meeting, the man hadn't come yet.

Song Yi waited for a few minutes, but there was no sign of anyone. The math teacher was afraid that this situation would cause trouble to his lover, so he explained: "This student lives far away, and there was a traffic jam when he came today, so he hasn't arrived yet. .”

"That's right." Song Yi kept smiling anyway.

The conversation between the teacher and the student was getting better, and at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Very regular one long and one short knock on the door.

The math teacher stood up, "She should be here."

"Teacher, you don't have to get up, I'll go and open the door!"

Curiosity reached its peak, Song Yi smiled slightly, and when she walked to the door, she had already begun to fantasize about the appearance of this future tablemate with an upup family who might not be easy to get along with.

Although she doesn't have high requirements for looks, it's better to look good.

After all, there are still eight months left in the third year of high school.

In the confusion of thoughts, Song Yi opened the door of the office.

If you look at it with ordinary glasses, Song Yi pulls the door for only a moment, but from a slow-motion perspective, Song Yi, who is smiling and curious, opens the door, and the first expression he shows after his eyes touch the person outside is stunned.

That's right, Song Yi was indeed astonished.The expression of the person outside was as she expected, he was quite fierce, but his expression was synchronized, this person might look a little...pure?

The innocent little beauty suddenly became vicious, her thin eyebrows raised, her big eyes widened, "Why are you blocking the door, what are you looking at?"

Song Yi: Puchi.

With a smile in her eyes, she stepped aside, "Teacher, it seems that the transfer student has arrived."

Wait, didn't you come to give homework?

Cheng Jialan's mind was spinning, and he suddenly thought that if he appeared in this office at this time, if he didn't come to hand in homework...then this person is probably the one her father found out to mess with her? !