The person who answered the conversation was Yang Zheng. She is the head teacher of the senior high school e class, that is, the international class.

Fang Yueling was very unhappy when she heard this, but when she saw that Yang Zheng was talking, she could only hold back her temper: "Teacher Yang, don't worry, I will hire a English tutor for Rongrong to try to keep up with the learning progress as soon as possible."

Yang Zheng sneered: "English is a thing that focuses on accumulation. Now it's more than three months before the college entrance examination. What's the time enough?"

As she said, she glanced at Song Qinrong, as if she knew that the next words would embarrass the other party, so she simply switched to English.

"Don't think I don't know, you guys, just treat our e-class as a garbage harvesting class! All kinds of bad students are stuffed in. It is because of this that the atmosphere of e-class is getting worse and worse! Director Fang, I said last time that students like this who come in through the back door are not welcome to our e-class!"

"Teacher Yang!"

Fang Yueling shouted.

She subconsciously looked at Song Qinrong, and saw that the other party looked calm and probably didn't understand what had just happened. Then she breathed a sigh of relief and replied in English: "As a role model, please do not wear tinted glasses to look at the students."

"Colored glasses?" Yang Zheng sneered at the file on the table, "I have been away from school for three years and have not been admitted to university at the age of 21. Miss Fang, what is your sister's level? I don't let her enter the e-class, right? Do you know better than me, right?"

She has spoken in English that the other party cannot understand throughout the whole process, just to avoid hurting the students' self-esteem. Isn't that enough?

"Besides, which student from the affiliated high school came in after passing the exam? Now she doesn't even need the exam, so she just wants to stuff it to me directly. What's wrong with using Class E as a garbage dump? I don't have the habit of collecting garbage!"

"Teacher Yang!" Fang Yueling was so angry that she said angrily, "Is the teachers of the affiliated high school who keep talking about garbage, is this kind of qualities in this way? I think..."

"I think it's really not possible. Why don't you go to Class F?" Uncle Fang, who was about to lose control, hurriedly spoke out to relieve the situation.

"Class F?" Fang Yueling frowned slightly.

That is the class with the worst grades in the affiliated high school.

"How can the children from the Song family enter Class F?" She was not very willing.

"There's no way. The head teacher of Class F owe me a favor, and I can guarantee to stuff the child in. Other classes..." Uncle Fang said, and glanced at Yang Zheng in embarrassment, "I can't guarantee you."

After all, if you don’t even accept students in Class E, do you have to meet ABCD class?

Fang Yueling was sadly aware that she seemed to have no choice at all in this situation.

She looked at Song Qinrong in embarrassment: "Rongrong, Class F..."

"Yes." Song Qinrong nodded calmly.

Seeing that Song Qinrong agreed so readily, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

Especially Yang Zheng.

If she really wants to fight with the Fang family, she won't have a good time.

Thinking of this, she immediately became more pleasing to Song Qinrong and said in Chinese: "Class F is good. As long as you study hard, gold will shine wherever you go."

"Thank you, teacher." Song Qinrong stood up holding the book, walked towards the door and replied lightly, "With you here in Class E, the class atmosphere will not be damaged by those garbage students who want to go through the back door."

"That's good, that's good..." Yang Zheng nodded habitually, suddenly thought of something, and suddenly widened his eyes.

Garbage students? Blame the trend?

Could it be that what she said just now... she understood everything?!

...

I wasted some time in the school board office. When Song Qinrong completed the admission procedures, I saw Gu Daxun, the head teacher of Class F, the morning self-study was almost over.

Gu Daxun took her straight to the door of Class F.

Although it is a Class F with many poor students, it is the sprint period of the senior high school, and most people are reading or studying hard, and only a few of the classes are whispering.

"Are you telling the truth? The local bun in the school boardroom who had just moved from the countryside is really the sister of Goddess Song back then?" The boy with tin foil permed hair said, pushing the boy in the front row with his elbow.

The boy in the front row glanced at him: "What are you doing? This is what Meng Yan, who is from Class A, said in person. Hey, do you think the goddess's sister is as beautiful as the goddess?"

"Swish, how beautiful can a rustic bun be?" On the other side of the aisle, a long-haired girl sneered bluntly, "And, senior sister Yiyi graduated two years ago, okay, why is her sister... still in her senior year of high school?"

"???Yes! It turns out that this is not only a rustic bun, but also an old aunt?"

Gu Daxun walked into the classroom at this moment.

"I'll introduce it to everyone." After signaling everyone to stop reading, he patted Song Qinrong on the shoulder, "This is a new classmate from our class."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Song Qinrong curiously.

In the affiliated high school, transferring to class is rare. What's more, it's still the third year of high school now.

The new classmate is a bit fierce.

As everyone looked at each other, Song Qinrong spoke generously: "Hello everyone, my name is Song Qinrong. I hope that Zhan Suo's "Qin" and Fu Rong will smile."

Her tone was neither anxious nor slow, and her voice was like the wintersweet blooming outside, with a cool and sweet fragrance.

The students were all a little stunned when they heard this.

"Let us welcome classmate Song." Gu Daxun smiled and pointed to a quiet and introverted girl with thick bangs and said, "You just sit next to Tang Xin."

The girl named pursed her lips and said nothing. She just watched Song Qinrong walk up to her face and lowered her eyes before the other party's eyes met.

It seems that this new deskmate is a little shy.

Song Qinrong was sorting out the textbooks while thinking, regardless of the look of watching the show around her, and the teasing that "these two people sit together is right" that comes from time to time.

Gu Daxun gave a few more words and went out. The bell rang and the classroom became lively in an instant.

"Why!"

Song Qinrong suddenly heard a sound above her head, and she was condescending with her thighs, "Old aunt, why are you here for our class?"

"Old aunt?" Song Qinrong raised her eyebrows and looked at the boy with a tin foil perm in front of her, "Are you calling me?"

"Yes, old, ah, aunt." As if he was deliberately trying to embarrass the other party, he emphasized word by word, with a prank smile on his face, "I heard that you are the sister of School Beauty Song, and the school beauty is our senior sister, senior sister's sister. Isn't that the old aunt?"

As soon as these words came out, a snickering sound suddenly came from around.

But Song Qinrong nodded seriously as if she was unconscious: "You are right."

Song Qinrong's reaction made the tin foil burn feel a little interesting. He sat on the seat in front of her, and his voice was lazily: "Then you still have the face to come to our class..."

"Don't be so polite, either."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Song Qinrong.

She stretched out her hand with a serious and loving look on her face and patted the other person's head.

"Just call me Aunt Rong."
Chapter completed!