Queen's favorite

Chapter 29

She sneered and went to her class.

She doesn't pay attention to this group of people who think of themselves as noble.

Class one and one in high school.

On the third floor.

Xia Pengcheng also foolishly followed her in.

Yi Zhantong frowned, "You're not in this class."

"Uncle said that I can choose classes at will."

Xia Pengcheng smiled innocently and sat directly behind her.

Yi Zhantong pursed his mouth and gave a thumbs up.

There is a background!
Bull x!

Just different!
The head teacher on the podium is a man over half a century old, Mediterranean, with a somewhat rascal style.

It is said that he has been teaching for most of his life and has rich teaching experience, but he is born with a very small eye for money.

Yi Zhantong felt familiar, but he didn't know where he saw it.

"I heard that there are two firsts in our class this time. Which two students are they? Stand up."

He looked around the class with a pleasant expression for a week.

Mu Han is tall and thin, with a clear and fair face, he stood up indifferently upon hearing the sound.

Yi Zhantong followed with a bit of madness.

Mediterranean looked at the roster by light, with one hand supporting his glasses, "Report your name."

"Muhan."

"Yi Zhantong."

The introduction of the two is quite simple.

But after Yi Zhantong finished speaking, he heard the disdainful smacking of lips in the classroom.

Mu Han tilted his head slightly, and gave her a haughty look.

Yi Zhantong turned a blind eye and sat down calmly.

"Student Mu, I've heard about it, but Student Yi, your high school entrance examination scores seem to have just reached the top line?"

"Mediterranean" clearly had doubts about her grades.

Yi Zhantong didn't intend to explain.

The clear is self-cleaning, and the turbid is self-turbid.

The homeroom teacher was even more dissatisfied with her arrogant attitude, holding his breath, "Student Yi, aren't you going to explain it?"

"Explain what?" She propped herself up on the table and stood up angrily, "Teacher, can I say that the exam is according to my mood?"

"You—" the head teacher angrily threw the list on the table, "You are unreasonable!"

Yi Zhantong shrugged.

She really couldn't think of a better answer than the original owner drawing cats on the answer sheet.

But looking at the teacher's eagerness, she could only stand up straight, and explained again seriously: "Teacher, what I mean is that a person's mood affects the test results and rankings. I am happy. If you want to get the first place, then get one." First, if I am not happy, why not be the last one?"

Enough arrogant tone.

A real top student never cares about her academic performance, she just gets her own ranking. The ranking she wants, from bottom one to top one, just depends on her mood, and she can even get it at will.

"you!"

"Mediterranean" This is the first time I heard that such arrogant students don't pay attention to academic performance!

"sit down!"

Yi Zhantong sat down lightly.

Yi Yanke entered the first class, and Yi Zhantong didn't want to speculate about the means. She walked towards the podium, "Hello, teacher, I'm late, sorry."

With a shallow smile and a quiet expression on his face, "Mediterranean" was quite satisfied with this student and let her go down.

Yi Yanke caught a glimpse of Mu Han first, smiled shyly, and then followed Mu Han's direction to see Yi Zhantong, his expression was as colorful as a flower, and his face suddenly pulled down.

Yi Zhantong didn't seem to understand her eyes, propped his face with one hand, squinted his eyes and smiled until the ghost animal expressed his kindness, but she still thought she couldn't see the smile, so he stretched his arms and waved at her.

I almost ran over in three steps and two jumps, and called "sister".

Yi Yanke most wanted to disregard her relationship with her in front of everyone, but she just wanted to disgust her.

Yi Yanke shot her a hard look, and chose to sit next to Mu Han.

(End of this chapter)