Nuwa's rebirth school beauty

Chapter 11 Class 5
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One sentence dispelled the doubts of many people.

The head teacher nodded thoughtfully. This sentence best explains this phenomenon. Otherwise, how could a third-grade elementary school student know Oracle Bone Inscriptions.It is estimated that this little girl can only write her own name, so she dispelled her doubts.

But what the class teacher never expected was that the person standing in front of her turned out to be a living antique from thousands of years ago. Not only could she know Oracle Bone Inscriptions, but she was also the leader of the Blood Hell Sect that was feared in that era.

The head teacher pointed out a place for Shang Han, on the right side of the classroom, a little closer to the blackboard. Her deskmate was a girl who seemed to be the same age as her. She seemed out of place among so many children, and she also became the one out of place. people.

The head teacher approached Shang Han, and said softly, the voice could be heard by both of them, "I think you two are the same age, so I put you together. She has a withdrawn personality and has no friends in class. How much do you care?" Take care of her." After speaking, the head teacher smiled slightly, glanced at Shang Han's future deskmate, and signaled Shang Han to return to his seat.

Her deskmate was a girl from Xiaojiabiyu, who looked a little older than her classmates, and when Shang Han walked over, she shot cold eyes at her.

Shang Han saw the imperceptible inferiority complex from the cold and arrogant eyes.

Shang Han sat on the desk with a smile, stretched out his right hand, and greeted his deskmate lightly.

The tablemate glanced at Shang Han's outstretched hand with cold eyes, but ignored him.

Everyone looked at Zi Yi with admiration and disgust at the same time.What I envy is that she can be at the same table with the goddess, what I hate is her character.

This girl usually looks down on people in class, and it's okay if she doesn't know what's good or bad, but now that such a beautiful deskmate comes to greet her, she doesn't even bother.

Then I thought about how good it would be if I sat in that position.There was a beautiful woman sitting beside her, revealing a faint temperament, and this freshman was not arrogant.

So Shang Han won unanimous praise from everyone.

"Okay, now that the introduction of the new students is over, it's time for us to get into the topic. This class is an English class, everyone take out your English books." The head teacher smiled at the stylishly dressed English teacher outside the door, and then went out.

Shang Han took an English class, because he had the foundation of spoken English before, and thought it was quite simple.

Although speaking English is of no use to her internal strength, if she is interested in doing business or translating in the future, she will probably have to use it.

After the English class, the students who had waited for a class immediately formed a circle around Shang Han's desk, impatiently asking Shang Han about such and such things, and Shang Han answered them one by one with a smile.

On the other hand, the deskmate looked at the swarming students, disgust flashed in his eyes, and he just lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Ten minutes later, the class bell rang, and the class quickly quieted down. The group who had just chattered with Shang Han showed panic and ran to their seats desperately.

The class was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

Shang Han raised his eyebrows, interested in seeing this posture, and leaned comfortably on the chair with his hands.

A four-eyed middle-aged male teacher came in menacingly, his face was serious, his sharp eyes scanned the row of students below, and his tone was particularly unfriendly, "Who is Shang Han?"

The students below were silent, and they all looked at Shang Han with sympathy in their eyes. People who can be topped by their math teacher usually die a miserable death.

(End of this chapter)