This abuse article is sweet [Quick Transmigration]

Boy: "..."

Qin Ge: "..."

The boy reacted very quickly. It seemed that he often dealt with the teacher. His face froze for a moment, and then he put on a smile again, and smiled at the female teacher on the podium. Isn't it too excited to see you?"

"You are poor." The female teacher scolded him, and slapped the textbook in her hand on the podium, and the students in the whole class fell silent instantly.

"Is there anyone else here?" the female teacher asked.

The students turned their heads and looked around, and someone answered loudly, "I don't know!"

On the first day when I was divided into classes, I couldn't even remember who my classmates were. How would I know who came and who didn't?

"It's already 5 minutes later than the stipulated latest class time." The female teacher looked at her watch and waved her hand.

After finishing speaking, the female teacher turned around and wrote two words on the blackboard - Yang Yan.

"Let me introduce myself," Yang Yan said. "This is my name, the swallow on the poplar tree. Is it easy to remember? I will be your class teacher for the next year and also your political teacher. If you want to know anything now, please let me know." You can ask questions directly."

Teacher Yang looks quite young, probably less than 40 years old, with fair skin and no wrinkles, but this is not important, what is important is the aura of Teacher Yang.

Wearing an apricot-colored dress, with her hair neatly tied behind her head, she was supposed to be dressed in a serious and even inhuman way, but it was because of her overly soft and majestic facial features, and her temperament changed, It's like, like—

"Teacher Yang!" A boy in the last row of the group against the wall suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "Did no one ever tell you that you look like Mama Pang!"

When these words came out, no one in the class could hold back their laughter.

Mama Pang is the pet name of the people for the wife of the chairman of Huaguo.

Teacher Yang didn't respond, but pulled the corner of his mouth, showing a helpless and gentle smile.

The people in the class saw that she was not angry, and gradually became more courageous. In the first row in the middle, a boy who was very jumpy at first sight echoed loudly, "Really Teacher Yang! You look special, special, special..."

"Special" three times, the boy furrowed his eyebrows tightly, but there was no "special" result.

Qin Ge couldn't stand it anymore, so he answered in a moderate voice, "He has the temperament of the mother of the country."

"Yes, yes, yes," the boy slapped the table and turned his head to look at Qin Ge, "It's the temperament of the mother of the country! Brother, bosom friend!" Everyone in the class laughed badly, Teacher Yang didn't restrain himself too much, and walked off with a smile The podium quietly closed the classroom door.

Only Shen Ye turned black.

He knew this boy, and he was in the same class as him. He was a typical example of a very lively and talkative personality.

chatty...

Shen Ye pursed her lips, the more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became.

"Shen Ye," Qin Ge suddenly touched Shen Ye's finger under the table, and whispered, "I don't like to be too noisy, and I don't like to talk too much with everyone."

Shen Ye paused, turned his head to look over, and saw Qin Ge smiling at him with his eyes bent, but his eyes were very serious.

A little sunlight came in from outside the window, just hitting the top of Qin Ge's head, turning his not so dark hair into a golden brown, making him look extraordinarily gentle and well-behaved.

Did he still remember that in class, Shen Ye suppressed the urge to raise his hand and rub Qin Ge's head, grabbed Qin Ge's right hand that was about to be retracted, and held it in his own hand.

The class is still asking all kinds of questions. Teacher Yang has a good temper and basically answers every question. Although the students are noisy, they are also careful and will not ask annoying questions. For a while, the atmosphere in the class is harmonious .

Until there was a "bang", the classroom door was kicked open.

Including Qin Ge and Shen Ye, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then all of them turned their eyes to the classroom door.

There was a boy standing there, not wearing a school uniform, a light pink t-shirt on his upper body, and a pair of white sports pants with tight feet underneath.

This outfit is very picky, and if you don't wear it well, you may become a clay doll planting rice in the field.

However, the boy at the door of the classroom obviously didn't have such troubles. Wearing this clothes on him, besides looking good, he was still good, the kind of good that wanted to grab someone into his arms immediately and rub his head.

But even with such an obedient appearance, the hostility in the boy's eyebrows could not be ignored at all.

The students sitting close to him in the first row couldn't help but shivered and shrank back vigorously.

"You are?" Teacher Yang looked at him, and was not annoyed by him kicking the door so loudly, his voice was still gentle, "In our class?"

The boy seemed to have never expected that the teacher didn't scold him, his surprise flashed across his face, and his face turned cold again, but his hostility was obviously restrained, "Yes, I'm a transfer student, Wen Yang."

Teacher Yang looked down at the roster in his hand, found the boy's name, and nodded, "There is no seat row yet, let's find a seat at random."

In fact, that is to say, almost all the seats in the class are full.

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, only the row in front of Qin Ge and Shen Ye was empty.

Wen Yang glanced around the class, locked on the destination and walked there.

Qin Ge tilted his head and spoke softly to Shen Ye, "Wow, this kid looks tougher than me."

Shen Ye didn't answer directly, turned his head to look at Qin Ge seriously, then looked up at Wen Yang who was walking over, picked up a pen and wrote on the paper - you two feel different.

"Why is it different?" Qin Ge raised his eyebrows with interest.

Shen Ye continued to write - you look soft, but you are actually very tough.

Qin Ge made a long "Oh" and asked again, "What about him? Looks tough but actually soft?"

Shen Ye nodded, and wrote two large characters on the paper - intuition.

Qin Ge curled his lips, "Why can't I intuit it?"

Before he had time to say more, Wen Yang had already approached. Seeing the space in front of him wide enough to fit one and a half chairs, he turned his head to Qin Ge with a displeased expression, "Can you move back a bit? I can't sit down anymore. "

Qin Ge: "..."

Qin Ge wanted to get angry a little bit, and rationally told him that he had lived a long life and shouldn't be choking on an underage child, but his mouth moved faster than his brain, "Student, you still plan to lie down for two hundred pounds Here, can you get in such a wide space?"

Wen Yang raised his left eyebrow at Qin Ge, and instead of responding, he just nodded, "Yes, I can't get in."

The implication - I'm just picking things up, what can you do to me?

"Why don't you sit down?" Teacher Yang's voice came from the podium.

Qin Ge silently said "I'm not angry" three times in his heart, gritted his teeth and dragged the table back vigorously.

Wen Yang raised his right eyebrow again, dragged the stool away and sat down.

Facing the back of his head, Qin Ge couldn't help but turn his head to look at Shen Ye, "Does this make you say that looking hard is actually soft?"

Shen Ye touched his nose. He always believed that he was very accurate at judging people, but now that his child was still angry, Shen Ye was not going to add fuel to the fire. He wrote on paper—I was wrong, he actually looked at people just now. …

The last word "Gang" was only written vertically, and Qin Ge's voice had already sounded, still not the kind that could be heard at the front table with the volume down 100%, "Looking at Gang, he is actually mentally retarded."

After the words were finished, Qin Ge watched as the stool at the front table suddenly tilted forward, then fell heavily, and landed on his own table, causing the plastic water bottle at the corner of his table to fall to the ground with a "bang".

"Fuck!" Qin Ge cursed in a low voice, then bent down to pick up the water bottle.

Shen Ye scribbled down two words on the paper, and poked the back of the front desk with a pen.

Wen Yang turned his head, saw the word "apology" on the paper, and smiled.

Instead of pointing the cannon at Shen Ye, Wen Yang turned slightly and looked at Qin Ge who had just picked up the water bottle, "Do you know when I will apologize to someone? Fighting and breaking someone else Sometimes, I would say, "I'm sorry I beat you up like this. "Well, do you still want to hear my apology?"

"Coincidentally." Qin Ge squeezed the water bottle twice, put it back on the corner of the table, and smiled, "I also have this habit, do you want to take a gamble, who will apologize to whom in the end?"

"The last two of the fourth group," Teacher Yang pointed out to them on the podium, "The new students want to cultivate friendship, so there is no need to race against time. Wait for me to finish my speech before cultivating, okay?"

Wen Yang threw down the sentence "Don't leave after the end" and turned around.

Qin Ge lazily leaned back on the back of the chair, and put his legs on Wen Yang's chair legs, shaking them.

Shen Ye continued to write on the paper—really going to fight?

Qin Ge nodded, "Are you here to cheer me on?"

Shen Ye hesitated, but still nodded.

Qin Ge made an inch of it, "Pass the water?"

Shen Ye continued to nod.

"Then I won the fight," Qin Ge asked, "Is there any reward?"

Shen Ye writes on paper - what reward do you want?

Qin Ge was about to answer him half-jokingly, "Kiss me", when the class suddenly burst into wailing.

Qin Ge looked up in surprise, and found that the blackboard, which was blank just now, was already filled with words, and it was full of recommended supplementary books for various subjects.

Teacher Yang was still smiling, "These are questions specially selected by the teachers of each subject for you, go down and buy them and do them well..."

Qin Ge frowned, feeling the fear of being dominated by Chengshan's homework again after many years.

Just as he was about to use this as a reason to ask Shen Ye for more benefits, when he turned his head, he saw that Shen Ye's eyes were shining as he looked at the blackboard, and he even wrote on paper much faster - the reward came to mind!If you win the fight, I will buy you all these books!

Qin Ge: "..."

Qin Ge was excited, and quickly patted the shoulder of the front table, "Friend, is it too late for me to admit defeat?"

The author has something to say: woo woo woo, it's a bit late and I just finished writing...

I have been working for the past two days, and I still have time to go to the hospital to hang water!

This Wen Yang is that Wen Yang!