Jiangshen's Xiao Zuojing is strawberry flavored

Chapter 1 September
September is the beginning of autumn.

The breeze blew through the forest tops, the crowd was bustling, the sun was shining brightly, and the mottled tree shadows fell.

Qiao Mian stood under the shade of a tree, looking at the notice posted in front of the teaching building.

The class bell rang for a long time, but she was still taking her time - Qiao Mian just transferred to No. [-] Middle School this semester, so she didn't even know where the classroom was.

It wasn't that Qiao Mian didn't want to go to class, it was because she couldn't find a classroom.

Fortunately, she still thought she had the foresight, so she asked the security guard standing at the door a few words.

The security guard swore: "Class Ten is in Building C of the East Teaching Area."

Qiao Mian believed it.

But 1 minute later she paid the price for her indiscretion.

Qiao Mian looked up, and there were three large characters of "Bo Xue Building" hanging on the teaching building in front of her.

Concise and clear, not a single extra letter.

Since No. [-] Middle School has names such as "Bo Xue" and "Tu Zhi", why do we say "Building C"? !

Qiao Mian greeted the security guard countless times in her heart.

Greetings are greetings, Qiao Mian can only ask him for help at this time.

She went back and asked where it was.

After finally finding a place, Qiao Mian stood in front of the class for a while, and then entered the classroom after confirming the class card.

There is no teacher in the class - it is said that she went to help Qiao Mian get the book.

In fact, the new semester will distribute books uniformly, but due to the fast progress of No. [-] Middle School, many classes have already started in the last semester.

The other students had books in their hands, only Qiao Mian did not.

Qiao Mian sighed for the second time today.

She can go by herself to get the book, and she hopes that the teacher can show her the way.

The people in the seats buried their heads, which can be called "keep your ears off the window, and only read—"

Phew, they're all doing their summer homework!
Qiao Mian was dumbfounded.

Isn't this the key class of No. [-] Middle School?Why do so many people still not write summer homework? !
She gave a "tsk".

But that's good too, lest many people notice her.

What Qiao Mian hated most in her life was trouble.

She sat down in the last empty seat and put away the empty bag.

Most people will definitely observe their new deskmate when they arrive in a new environment, and Qiao Mian is no exception.

She looked over her shoulder.

"?"

Qiao Mian lingered on the bottom of her heart for a long time, the opening words stopped on the edge of her mouth, and was finally swallowed back.

Not to mention saying hello, Qiao Mian doubted that the new deskmate didn't even notice that there was someone beside him.

Oh, and probably not entirely undiscovered.

After all, Qiao Mian saw him reach out and pull the school uniform over his head.

This master of feelings still thinks that he didn't sleep well enough?

Just when Qiao Mian was at the same table as her - looking at each other with the back of her head uncovered, the table in front of her turned around.

It was a delicate-looking boy, who seemed to be a very popular type.

"Hey," he was a little surprised: "A new transfer student?"

Before Qiao Mian could answer, he took the next sentence automatically, obviously knowing that his last sentence was nonsense.

"Hello, my name is Song Ruan, a literary and art committee member of Class Ten."

The name fits the job really well.

Qiao Mian's heart was filled with the words "Song Ruan", and she almost got the words "Your name is so random" etched on her face.

Song Ruan seemed to guess what she was thinking, so she took out a book from her book, opened the inside page and showed it to Qiao Mian, explaining that her name was a combination of her parents' surnames.

Well, still very casual.

But Qiao Mian naturally didn't say anything, and only slandered a few words silently.

Reciprocity, Qiao Mian also reported his name.

Song Ruan showed a puzzled expression, "Qiao Mian?"

"Sounds familiar."

"My name is more popular."

The public or not, Qiao Mian doesn't know, anyway, no one will verify what he said casually.

She chuckled, her pretty eyes curled up.

Qiao Mian's appearance is undoubtedly outstanding among her peers, but because of the laziness in her bones, she seems to be indifferent to people, and not many people dare to approach her.

With a smile now, all the previous sense of burnout was dispelled, it was so good-looking that it was unreal.

Anyway, Song Ruan was amazed.

In front of the fairy, he would feel sorry for himself if he didn't talk too much.

(End of this chapter)