Reborn Abilities Little Landlord

Chapter 200 Qin Kexiu is a little bastard? (8)
The family naturally got together and chatted for a while, but because Cheng Zihan was going back to school soon, they didn't say much.

After breakfast, Cheng Hai accompanied Cheng Zihan to Wangcheng Middle School.

Today was the first day of school, so many students flocked to the school gate, wearing Zanxin's clothes and carrying Zanxin's schoolbags, looking energetic and full of vigor.

Cheng Zihan was small and stood out among the crowd.

Many people looked at her strangely.

Cheng Zihan's face was indifferent, because she just reported to school today, and she didn't know which class she was assigned to. When she arrived at the school gate, there was a big red paper on the door, which had a list of students from each class in the first year of junior high school.

Cheng Zihan glanced at it casually, and finally saw his name on the student list of Class [-].

Class eleven is considered to be the last class.

Fortunately, there are no fast and slow classes in the first grade of junior high school. It is estimated that the situation of students in each class is similar.

After Cheng Zihan finished watching his class, he found the right direction and walked over.

Before coming to the exam, she had checked the location of each class.

The first and second grades are all in the same building, the first and second floors are filled with students from the first grade, and the eleventh class is the innermost position on the second floor.

Cheng Zihan went upstairs, turned to the right, and walked towards Class [-].

You can also see a lot of freshmen along the way, most of them know each other, so you can see them greeting each other along the way.

Cheng Zihan seemed a bit lonely by himself.

Finally, they reached the door of Class Eleven. Just as Cheng Zihan stepped in, a chalk brush flew straight towards her, almost hitting her in the face.

Cheng Zihan turned his head and dodged.

Immediately afterwards, chalk, books, brooms, and all kinds of things were thrown towards Cheng Zihan.

The corners of Cheng Zihan's mouth twitched fiercely. What a special welcome gift. Could it be that this is the legendary ultimate class?Newcomers are not welcome yet?

Cheng Zihan quickly backed out, and pulled the door shut with one hand, there was a sound of ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, and a commotion came from inside.

The corner of Cheng Zihan's mouth twitched again, and she stood silently at the door, waiting for the voice inside to die down, before she pushed the door open again.

This time, she was already mentally prepared. As soon as she entered the door, a bottle of mineral water flew towards her. Cheng Zihan stepped on the door frame, flew up into the air, and kicked it out viciously. The bottle of mineral water flew back along the path it came from, and hit its original owner's face with a loud bang.

Cheng Zihan stood firm again, patted his pants, looked down at the garbage all over the floor, then squatted down, picked up a piece of chalk, flicked his finger, the chalk flew out, and hit a Then she continued to pick up the objects on the ground and threw them out one by one. Every time one was thrown out, it could hit a person successfully.

After she finished, she stood up, clapped her hands, smiled and said, "Thank you for welcoming me warmly. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Cheng Zihan. I am nothing. If you treat me well, I will treat you well. If If you treat me badly, then you should be careful, because I will treat you even worse. I think it’s better to forget such a welcome gift in the future, and my hands will be very tired when I return the gift.”

After Cheng Zihan finished speaking, he glanced coldly at the people present in a daze, then walked to the seat where no one was there, looked at the chair to make sure there was no trap, and then sat down.

When the people around saw Cheng Zihan sitting down, they all had strange expressions on their faces. Their mouths were slightly opened, as if they wanted to say something, but they didn't dare to say it.

The class bell rang very quickly. The teacher walked into the classroom door and casually scanned the faces of everyone in the classroom one by one. When he saw Chuan Cheng Zihan, he was obviously stunned, and then looked down. Looking at the list of students in his hand, he regained his composure.

"Please go back to your seats and sit down, that new classmate, your seat is over there." The teacher kindly pointed to the empty seat next to the wall.

Cheng Zihan glanced at it lightly, not intending to move away, but just looked at the teacher lightly, and said, "I just like this place."

The teacher seemed to be in a bit of a dilemma, but Cheng Zihan seemed really unwilling to move away, and it seemed that he would not be coming back anytime soon, so he let her go.

The teacher opened the book and glanced at the students present, seemingly helpless, "I will still be your head teacher this year, but I hope I don't have to see you again next year."

Cheng Zihan raised his brows when he heard this. It seems that all the students in this class are repeaters, and it seems that the time for repetition is not short.

Wangcheng Middle School is not a very good school, but it is the only school around Wangcheng. The students around here are all concentrated here, of course there are no one.

These are children from ordinary families who can be seen at a glance. They are probably either the second generation of rich or the second generation of officials.

Cheng Zihan didn't care who they were, anyway, she was just here to dawdle, probably because she skipped a grade and was young, so the people at the school naturally classified her with this group of people, and, now In Wangcheng, who doesn't know her, Cheng Zihan?
Cheng Zihan is synonymous with nouveau riche. It is estimated that in the eyes of the school teachers, she is the same as these brats.

Cheng Zihan sat comfortably with his legs crossed.

The closed door was suddenly kicked open forcefully, and the door flapped from side to side due to inertia. Cheng Zihan looked up at the door. At the door, a boy who looked no more than [-] or [-] years old was standing there. Dyeing four colors of red, blue, yellow and green, the studs on the ears shine brightly in the sun, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the schoolbag casually slung on his shoulders, wearing a white shirt, black leather The vest, black leggings, and a pair of military boots are particularly eye-catching.

As soon as he entered, his eyes fell on Cheng Zihan, and then he walked straight towards her.

"Crack." The boy's schoolbag slapped heavily on the table in front of Cheng Zihan. He looked down at Cheng Zihan coldly, and said arrogantly, "You, get out of the way!"

Cheng Zihan looked at him with raised eyebrows unwilling to admit defeat, "Why?"

"This is my place!" The boy seemed to have never been disobeyed before, and he became angry immediately.

Cheng Zihan sneered, "What? Your name is written on the chair and table? Why do you say it's yours and I want to let it go? I won't let it go!"

The boy raised his eyebrows, "Will you let me go?"

Cheng Zihan met his gaze lightly, "Don't let me."

(End of this chapter)