"Hello, my name is Zhuang Wenche."

"Well..." She adjusted herself and took a deep breath to make herself look normal.

"What's your name?"

The boy sitting next to him was wearing a school uniform. The blue part of the collar had been washed into light blue, but except for the blue collar, there was really no stain on the other white parts.

He smiled at himself, with two deep dimples hanging on both sides of his cheeks, a standard-sized haircut, and two fangs that were exposed when he smiled. The words handsome and soft were both reflected in him.

, and it didn’t seem very inconsistent.

"He Si." He Si wrote these two words on the paper on the table with a pen.

Noisy sounds surrounded her all the time, and Zhuang Wenche's face echoed deep in her memory. She felt as if she had met this person before.

Suddenly the table moved, and He Shi's thoughts were thrown into chaos.

"Sorry, sorry." Zhuang Wenche still smiled and scratched his head in embarrassment, "I'm going to teach that kid a lesson."

It was only then that He Shi noticed the two boys in front of him.

According to Zhuang Wenche's introduction, the person sitting in front of her was named He Yang, a very shy boy with black-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

The boy in front of Zhuang Wenche was called Lu Qinglin. He had a Bluetooth headset on his right ear and a row of black freckles under his eyes. He shrugged and smiled sheepishly at her, "Sorry."

"It doesn't matter."

"Lao Zhuang, be polite." Lu Qinglin kicked him back.

It wasn't until Tao Yun stepped onto the podium that the classroom became quiet.

"Everyone, be quiet. Let me introduce myself briefly. My name is Tao Yun. I will be your class teacher for the next two years. I will teach you history."

The start of the semester is a little different from what was predicted last semester.

Zhuang Wenche thought to himself, and the two people in front turned back and looked at him proudly, making the same mouth shape as "hot pot" in a very uniform manner.

At this time, Zhuang Wenche felt his heart bleed. The class teacher who betted last semester was the math teacher who originally taught them. As a result, he lost the bet and even had to pay for a hot pot meal.

"Did she give you lessons when she was a freshman in high school?" Zhuang Wenche turned to look at He Si beside him.

"No, it seems that the one I brought was the senior year of high school."

He Si's voice was small, his head lowered, and he didn't look at him.

"I'm scared, why don't you look at me?"

"Those two at the back, stop talking!" Tao Yun hit Zhuang Wenche on the forehead with a chalk tip, which made him a little confused.

However, he still held on to the fantasy of reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, and smiled at Tao Yun.

"Why do you still have the nerve to laugh? Being criticized is so glorious! You two should go out and stand!"

Zhuang Wenche: "..."

He Si: "..."

He Si stood up first, and when he got up, he approached Zhuang Wenche in a very low voice and said, "Do you know that the sound you make when you whisper in class is like wearing a loudspeaker? Even if I don't look at it, you will be implicated.

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Chapter completed!