The real master and the fake master are HE

Diyang High School.

During the inter-class exercises, there are always a few students who skip the inter-class exercises for some real or false reasons and gossip together.

"Have you heard that a student god has been transferred from the first experimental class."

"God of learning? Don't be funny, the education conditions in the countryside are so good. If you study a little and get full marks on the test papers, anyone can be called a "god of learning". Tsk, the "god of learning" is too cheap in small places these days." .”

"Study gods are cheap, is it possible that our school's experimental class is also cheap?"

"Forehead……"

"I heard that the transfer student was recruited by the school with a lot of money. It seems that the transfer reward alone is 10 yuan."

"One hundred thousand? I'm afraid you saw an extra zero, right?"

"I don't know if I've been paying more attention. Anyway, it's said that the transfer student didn't intend to come, but because of an accident at home, he needed money urgently, so he transferred to our school at the time of his sophomore year."

"Is there an urgent need for money? Why do I seem to have heard that he came to school in a Rolls-Royce?"

"The version I heard is that his family is an ordinary rural family, and the family does pig-killing work."

"I have inside information, the one who killed the pig is true!"

"You really kill a pig? Don't you smell like a pig? If you go to the cafeteria to sit with him and smell his smell, can you still eat?"

"Uh... I can only imagine the picture..."

"Hey-"

……

"Excuse me, excuse me." A slightly hoarse and clear voice sounded, interrupting the gossip and laughter of the boys and girls.

Following the sound, the man and three women chatting were all stunned.

It was a boy wearing Diyang High School uniform. He was at least 1.8 meters tall. His upper body was invisible because of the down jacket, but the well-cut British school uniform pants outlined his long legs, as if tailored for him. Made to order, but the most eye-catching thing is not the height and long legs, but the handsome face between a teenager and a young man.

He is not the cross-gender pretty type that is popular among female fans nowadays. He has naturally curly black hair, clear-cut facial lines, sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, thin but full lips, and a smile that cannot hide his indifference and kindness. alienated.

If you use exaggerated rhetorical techniques to describe, the boy's face is definitely the prototype of the domineering president Wenli's young president.

Even if his cold white skin that glows so white weakens his overbearing aura.

As we all know, this is an era of looking at faces, especially for a group of adolescent students who are in hormonal restlessness, love at first sight is not a dream.

Boys are resistant to boys, and the same sex repels each other. The boy's good looks not only did not make the only boy present feel fond of him, but made him instantly vigilant.

Good-looking same-sex = competitor.

However, the female classmates next to the boy were already impressed by his face.

"H-Hello, classmate, is there anything I can do to help you?" The short-haired girl who was laughing the loudest was now heartbroken, and her voice was so gentle that it could drip water.

The teenager asked politely: "Where is the classroom of Experimental Class [-] of the second year of high school?"

He is handsome, his voice is nice, and he is absolutely stunning!

The girl flew away for a moment, then quickly pulled back, and replied in a daze: "The classroom on the far right on the third floor is the first class of the sophomore experiment."

The boy nodded: "Thank you."

After nodding his thanks, the teenager walked towards the stairs with his schoolbag on his back.

The young man's back was straight, and his pace was not hurried or slow. In the eyes of the three girls, the screen was full of long legs with legs below the neck.

When turning into the stairwell, the young man paused, looked in the direction of the four of them, and a smile of unknown meaning rose from the corner of his lips.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The long-haired girl on her left also clenched her fists, her eyes full of peach blossoms: "I declare that I am in love, and I want to chase him, and I will never give up until I catch him!"

The girl with glasses on the right side of the short-haired girl should be calmer, her senses are still there, she adjusted her glasses, and asked thoughtfully, "He's asking about the experimental class of the second year of high school, right?"

"Yeah, yeah." The short-haired girl nodded vigorously, "He has a nice voice, I want to give birth to a monkey for him."

The girl with glasses was speechless for a moment, and Fang pointed out the key point: "Second year in high school, experimental class one, he doesn't know the way."

sophomore?

Sophomore!

Question: What kind of sophomore students don't know where the sophomore class is?

A: Newcomers, transfer students.

...The "student god" who butchered pigs at home? ? ?

……

"Ah Choo—" Ren Fei's nose itched when he met a teacher who was about to greet him at the entrance of the corridor on the third floor, turned his head and sneezed.

Yan Yan was startled by him first, then frowned and asked, "Student, which class are you in, why don't you do morning exercises?"

Ren Fei sniffed, but fortunately, there was no mucus.

He replied with a hoarse nasal voice: "Teacher, I am a student who just transferred today, and my class is Experimental Class [-]."

Hearing this, Yan Yan was quite surprised and asked, "You are Ren Fei?"

"Teacher knows me?" Ren Fei was also surprised.

Strictly serious and rigid, there was a trace of a friendly smile on his face. If the students in the experimental class saw it, Bao Buqi would think that he was impaled by an unknown creature.

Yan Yan introduced himself: "Hi, classmate Ren, I am Yan Yan, the head teacher of the first experimental class, and I will be your head teacher in the future."

Such a coincidence?

Ren Fei came to the school two hours ago, but during those two hours he had been doing papers in the office of the Academic Affairs Office. During that time, he only saw the principal and vice-principal, the director of the Academic Affairs Office, and a few teachers. Before he came, the director of the Academic Affairs Office told him that he should It was the head teacher who came to take him to the classroom, but he finished the test paper too quickly, and the head teacher still had classes later, so he took the initiative to find the classroom.

"Hello, Teacher Yan." Ren Fei said politely.

Yan Yan heard that his voice was wrong, and asked concerned: "Are you sick? I'll take you to the school doctor's office first to get some medicine?"

Ren Fei shook his head: "Thank you, Mr. Yan, but I just have a slight cold. I have taken medicine before, and I will recover soon."

"Are you all right? Your body is your own. Don't force yourself when you are sick." Yan Yan was still quite concerned.

Ren Fei nodded seriously: "Teacher Yan, don't worry, I will."

"That's fine, I'll take you to the classroom first." Yan Yan turned around and led him to the classroom, then asked, "Have you brought all your luggage?"

Ren Fei nodded: "Well, it has been sent to the dormitory." After the driver Uncle Wu sent him to the school, he went directly to the Academic Affairs Office, and Uncle Wu helped him send his luggage to the dormitory.

Yan Yan: "You just came to Diyang, and you are not familiar with the environment and your classmates. If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell the teacher... By the way, those bastards in our class call me Lao Yan, so don't be restrained."

Ren Fei nodded, thinking: It seems that the new head teacher is quite approachable.

If the students in Experimental Class [-] knew about his severe evaluation, they would probably be able to dedicate all their eyes to him.

Lao Yan is approachable?I'm afraid it's not the combination of mountains and no edges, heaven and earth!

Oops, sorry for using the wrong adjective.

"There are 40 students in our class including you. Now there is only one student in the last row who is sitting alone. He has asked for leave for the past two days due to physical reasons. How is your vision? If it is not good, I will adjust it for you when the other students come back. Seat." Standing on the podium, Yan Yan pointed to the window seat at the end of the fourth group.

Ren Fei: "My eyesight is not bad, I can just sit in the back."

The four groups of seats by the window are a treasure of geomantic omen!

"That's good, otherwise I really don't know where to put your head." Yan Yan is only 1.7 meters [-], which is not short for men, but it can be put into today's group of young people who have delicious snacks, drink well, and grow up like sitting on a rocket. Compared with tall students, it is still not enough.

It's not that every student in Experimental Class 1.8 is [-] meters tall, but that although there are quite a few tall ones, there are only one or two of Ren Fei's height. No matter where he is transferred, he will definitely block the sight of the students in the back row.

Yan Yan knew that the school had spent a lot of money to recruit the "God of Learning" from Qingyuan No. [-] Middle School, but in all fairness, he would discount the word "God of Learning" because of the same reason as the gossip in the previous chat. Even the local No. [-] middle school has limited number of teachers.

But even if Ren Fei is a genuine student, to him, he is just an ordinary student in the experimental class. He will not give privileges to a student because of his outstanding grades or good family background. Since they are all his students, he will naturally All are treated equally.

Thinking so, Yan Yan went downstairs to the Academic Affairs Office after a few more instructions.

Ren Fei's information was only in his hands two days ago, and there will be a formal entrance test today. He thought it would be too late to go to the Academic Affairs Office at noon, but he didn't expect Ren Fei to come over so fast that he would be confused about Ren Fei's entrance test results. No idea.

It's better to take a look at the grades of this Qingyuan No. [-] Middle School "God of Learning" first, so that we can have a more accurate positioning of him.

Ren Fei didn't know what Yan Yan was thinking. His future deskmate might not be ready to accept a new deskmate. Textbooks and stationery were neatly placed on the desk, and notebooks and test papers occupied two tables, full of them.

Ren Fei didn't touch the things at the same table in the future, he hung his schoolbag on the back of the chair that didn't correspond to the stationery table, sat down, and got down.

He didn't lie to Yan Yan. He really just had a slight cold. He also took medicine at Yu's house, but he has a special constitution. Others may recover from a cold by drinking more water for two or three days. He doesn't even need to take medicine, but he has a cold. It will take at least two weeks. Taking medicine and hanging water is useless, and he has to rely on his own body to adjust.

His body is very healthy, and he seldom gets sick throughout the year. Once he gets sick, he will be listless, such as now.

Drowsy, weak limbs, every cell is full of laziness, just want to sleep without eating or drinking for 300 years.

Sleep...he fell asleep.

Diyang’s inter-class exercises are after the second class in the morning. The inter-class exercises plus the students’ recess for a total of half an hour. Waking up to familiar noises.

Even though he was woken up, he didn't move. After sleeping, he became more tired and didn't want to move.

The students in Experimental Class [-] returned to the classroom and found that Ren Fei, who was in the last row of the fourth group, was a little surprised. After the accident, they tacitly lowered their voices.

Ren Fei vaguely heard someone say: "Why did Yueshen come to class? Didn't he just have an operation?"

Super God?Operation?

"Yueshen must insist on coming to school because he doesn't want to miss the class. Keep your voice down, and don't make noise for Yueshen to rest." Someone said in a low voice.

As the man finished speaking, the voice in the classroom was indeed much quieter.

Therefore, when a deliberately loud and mocking voice sounded in the corridor, it was especially harsh.

"Hey, where's the transfer student who killed the pig?"