Idiots

Episode 4

Walking around, Gong Jiu stood outside the classroom door with the items in her hands.

   The footsteps stopped.

  The door in front of him was gently closed, only a gap was visible, and the sound of the teacher's lecture was heard from within.

  He stared at his full hands, his eyelids moving, and one hand free.

   Before he reached out and knocked on the door.

  Lin Yi walked with the wind at her feet, and stood beside her.

   "Why didn't you come in? Come with me."

  He glanced at her lightly under the heavy glasses.

  Lin Yi was preparing for a lesson in the office, but she was still a little worried.

  In class F, almost everything is sent by rich and powerful families with a High School diploma.

  Gong Jiu'an was from a remote area, and her personality was quite thought-provoking, which was kind of unpleasant.I don't know if she would be in conflict with the people in the class when she had just arrived.

  He still decided to see it.

   Sure enough, he saw Gong Jiu standing outside the door with the items in his hand, not coming in.

   Placing his hands back quietly, Gong Jiu remained silent.

  Let Lin Yi push the door open in front.

   Following calmly, lowered his eyebrows and eyes, making his expression hard to see.

   His lecturer was a tall and thin male teacher, he felt a movement at the door, and stopped the chalk in his hand to look up.

   "Teacher Ji, excuse me, I'll take a student to report to class."

  Lin Yi adjusted her glasses, and turned her head after the male teacher nodded.

   "Gong Jiudu, hurry in."

  Below, the teenagers who were sleepy after listening to the lecture instantly lost their drowsiness.

   Floating uneasy.

   Someone elbowed Song Zixi next to him, "Oh, there's a new student in our class."

  Song Zixi glanced at him lazily, and turned the pen on her fingertip.

"It's none of my business?"

  The game he had just defeated made him a little annoyed.

   The boy pursed his lips angrily, and the two brothers embraced his shoulders: "Didn't I lose the contest with Ye He? What's problem?"

"go away."

   Slapping the man's leg, Song Zixi leaned against the table behind, glancing at him, but stopped her gaze.

  Teens wearing black baseball caps hold school uniform books in one hand, and backpacks of the same color in the other.

  From this angle, only half of the face is fair.

   Under the signal from Lin Yi, he stepped onto the podium casually, raised his head lightly, and said:

   "I'm Gong Jiuan."

  Exposing a very attractive face, black and white eyes were somewhat red.

   There was a surly wildness in his bones that he could not bear no matter what.

  The boy was silent for a while, and finally picked up the chalk and wrote his name on the board.

   Turn around and put the chalk again.

  It feels very polite.

  But with that careless gesture, Liu Yunshui's name was imprinted on the blackboard in haste and panic, with an atmosphere of a relaxed and wild personality.

  The discussion below became quieter.

   It was quieter than when the male teacher was teaching.

  Song Zixi recognizes the boy who almost got hit by a basketball.

  No one in class F made a sound.

  The frightening silence showed their shock.

  Lin Yao, who was called by his name, returned to himself in a trance, and Gong Jiu's silent eyes flickered, with a hint of embarrassment.

   "I understand, Mr. Lin."

   Gong Jiu silently rubbed the chalk dust on her fingertips, and descended.

  Lin Yao hurriedly moved his things, standing up to make room for him.

   Some girls looked at him with envy.

  Seeing the person sitting safely, Lin Yi looked away, nodded to the male teacher, and left the classroom.

  Midway remembered that the dormitory form had not been given to Gong Jiu, and turned to tell Gong Jiu to remember going to the office to pick up the form after school.

The male teacher stood in front of the table, looked at the attention-grabbing new student and said, "Gong Jiu's new classmate is stupid, isn't he? Please take out your book and follow us. It's the second year of high school, so let's work hard."

   Randomly stuffing the school uniform into the table box, Gong Jiu replied faintly.

  Unopened packaging bags make a crackling sound.

   Seeing this, the teacher did not say much, and planned to remove the blackboard and continue the lecture.

  But when she saw the three sexual characters, she stopped for half a second.

  Although the transfer student's learning attitude was a bit vague, her words were indeed beautifully written.

   "Suckers! Isn't this the old throwing boy? I didn't expect him to be a freshman, and he was assigned to our class ?!"

   The boy who kidnapped Song Zixi looked surprised.

   The spinning black pen in his hand stopped at some point, and Song Zixi turned her head from him.

   The young man's skin was very white, his eyebrows drooped, as he happened to be sitting by the window, his ball cap blocking the passing view, and one shoulder leaned lightly against the wall.

   With slender legs, they were casually placed under the table.

   Arbitrary publicity.

   Massacre expresses a sense of carelessness.

   it's naughty madness.

   Flanked with cold thin.

  Many people often look at him.

  Sitting there quietly, with a powerful aura, Lin Yao lowered his head, his hand held onto a pen and wrote could not help shaking.

   Traces of cold sweat came out.

   "Mom, this freshman is too flashy, Song Zixi is incomparable!"

   "That aura scares me, her eyes are so wild!"

   After one class, school officially ended.

  Gong Jiuyan took out her school uniform, went to Lin Yi to pick up her watch, and walked out of the school slowly.

  Just outside the school gate, the phone rang.

   "Hey, Coach Shen"

  Wearing earphones, Gong Jiu quietly glanced not far away, and averted his gaze.

   "Where are you Jiuhan? Have you arrived in the capital?"

"Ms."

   Stepping forward, Gong Jiuhan wanted to take out a piece of gum, but it turned out that she couldn't do it for now, so she simply gave up.

   A hint of hostility quietly appeared in the bloodstained pupils.

   "So, do you have time now?"

   After thinking for a while, Gong Jiu spoke inwardly.

   "It's pretty free."

   After all, he was a student now, and things could not find him for now.

  Shen Ci on the other end of the phone grinds a cup of coffee, puts rock sugar in it, takes a spoon and stirring it.

   "If you have time, I've got something to ask you for help ..."

...Seriate...