Handsome school grass: fall in love with drag girl

Chapter 1 Cup with a new name (1)
"In this world, there is a kind of people who waste air while alive, and waste land when they die. It's a tragedy when they appear! A tragedy..."

This sentence happens to be a true portrayal of someone.

In an inconspicuous corner of the campus, a girl in a brand-new school uniform stood lazily, with a plain face looking up at the clear sky above the campus.Without any cute accessories on her body, she feels like a little country girl who came to a big city.

The cool summer breeze blew her short hair, making it a little more messy and a little less soft.

People with a little knowledge can easily classify her as one of the disadvantaged groups in the school just by looking at her.

It's just that look, which seems to be mentally preparing to die generously.

Today, the first day of transfer.

She didn't want to go to the classroom, knowing that as soon as she appeared, her miserable life would kick off magnificently.

what is the reason?Not only did she change her environment after transferring to another school, but she also had to abandon the name she had used for 17 years and change to this new one.Dejectedly, he held up the brand new student ID card in his hand - look at the name: Zhenxiang.

Zhenxiang, what a beautiful name!Elegant and noble, it sounds like a lady-like figure.

The stepmother and beautiful younger sister racked their brains and painstaking efforts, spending countless days and nights to come up with it.She gritted her teeth with tears in her eyes, grateful, for an illegitimate daughter with extremely bad grades like her, it was a gift from God to be able to get into this private school with horribly expensive tuition fees across the country—no, it was the pair of "Bodhisattvas" Heartfelt relatives.

Her father nodded, and she had no room for maneuver.

One more important thing to add, her father's surname: Shi!
The name she will use in this school is - Shi Zhenxiang.

Don't fail to pronounce it just by looking at it, and regardless of its homophony, this name is really good!On the surface, it is bookish, cultured, and profound, but when you think about it a little deeper, it is obviously a typical example of a brain-dead person.

Zhenxiang?It smells so good!
Shi Zhenxiang? !

- Shit smells so good!

Please don't vomit, its meaning is too simple, even a three-year-old can understand it.

well!I really admire the thoughtfulness of the mother and daughter, she - Chuanshuo's life will never be able to lift her head because of this name.Forget it, anyway, I don't plan to look up in front of them.

"Student, why are you standing here? The class bell has been ringing for more than ten minutes." A stern-faced female instructor in her thirties stood in front of her.

Behind the instructor was a boy with loose steps, his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyes slightly squinted, his disheveled hair looked like he hadn't woken up for a thousand years.

"Ah?!" Chuan Shuo thought about the instructor like a nearsighted and idiot, his slightly parted lips were about to slip out of his mouth in a daze.

A country girl who has never seen the world at all, the instructor put away the disgust in his heart, and asked with his mouth pursed, "Which class are you in? What's your name?"

She lowered her head in a hurry, looked at her toes and whispered, "Teacher, my name is Chuanshuo."

"Legend?!" The instructor raised his eyebrows displeased.Knowing that recently these students are always using whatever they want not to be obsessed with sister. My sister is a legend, or my brother is a legend. No one dares to be so arrogant to the teacher openly.

The boy blinked and whistled. Doesn't it suit a cool girl with a timid expression?Weird girl.

Chuan Shuo patiently explained: "My surname is Chuan, the legend of Chuan, my name is not Shuo, but Shuo, twinkling."

She spoke slowly, and others could hear her clearly.The name, spoken too quickly, sounds like a "legend" that is easy to hear.

The above one is the name she has used for more than ten years.

(End of this chapter)