I Am the Sister of the School Grass

Fang Yunyan’s eyes widened when she heard Fang Zheng’s statement about the classification of No. 1 High School.

Whether it was in this life or before she transmigrated, her family was not good, and she never went to a real aristocratic high school to study, so this was the first time she heard this kind of classification rule.

It was precisely because of that Fang Yunyan did not dare to slack off in her studies.

 ——The real elite education was not something that she could imagine as the champion of the college entrance examination from a poor family.

In many cases, achievement did not equal ability.

Fang Yunyan felt that she was a bit nerdy before she transmigrated.

With such a good environment, she would definitely work hard to grasp it.

When there were three minutes left in the morning reading, Lao Liu and Fang Yunyan appeared at the door of the classroom.

The classroom door was closed, and Lao Liu first pushed open the back door and gave a gesture to the Chinese teacher who was standing on the podium.

Most of the students were unaware of that matter and seriously read.

Only a few tall students in the back row found out.

The language teacher nodded knowingly, and then took the initiative to open the front door of the classroom.

“Okay, the morning reading is about to end. That’s all for today. Let the head teacher come up and say a few words.”

Teacher Liu cleared his throat, “Everyone, be quiet, our class will welcome a new student today.”

He whispered to Yunyan, “You go on stage and make a brief self introduction.”

Fang Yunyan was not wearing a school uniform, but a plain round neck white short sleeves and a suspender skirt.

A cute pink and white ice cream was embroidered on the left chest of the short sleeve, which was cute.

The blackboard was clean, so Fang Yunyan picked up the chalk, turned around and wrote her name.

The strokes were natural and unrestrained, and every hook was very powerful.

Fang Yunyan opened her mouth, her voice was clear and crisp, with some softness unique to Jincheng, which was very different from the three words ‘Fang Yunyan’ on the blackboard.

“Hello everyone, my name is Fang Yunyan and I come from Jincheng in the north. In the next two years, I hope everyone will take care of me.”

As she bowed slightly, there was warm applause from the audience.

“Sh*t, there’s a beautiful girl in our class!”

“She’s even prettier than the one that transferred to the third class last Friday.”

“The two can’t be compared at all. The new student in the third class is a goblin, and this one in our class is a heavenly fairy.”

That sentence happened to be said by the boy sitting in front of Fang Zheng.

He felt a chill in his neck as soon as he finished speaking, and thought it was the cold air blowing on his side.

Until his tablemate poked him carefully, “How did you offend Brother Zheng?”

“Ah? How could I offend Brother Zheng?” He turned his head and saw Fang Zheng’s death stare.

“Zheng, Brother Zheng…”

Fang Zheng said coldly, “A new student transferred to the third class?”

When Fang Zheng asked that, Yun Yan happened to pass by him.

She went around the back of the class to sit in the third row on the other side.

That was the seat that Teacher Liu arranged for her.

When Fang Yunyan heard that sentence, her mood was not disturbed.

She had made up her mind to enjoy the time and not get involved in the love entanglement between the male and female leads.

Therefore, Fang Yunyan didn’t hear the second half at all.

“Yeah, Brother Zheng, didn’t you see her last Friday?” 

The boy’s deskmate covered his face and was deeply worried about his IQ.

——Was Brother Zheng’s sentence a simple question?

Sure enough, Fang Zheng’s next sentence was, “Did I ask you who is that? I mean, is she worthy to be compared with Fang Yunyan?”

Cheng Li, Fang Zheng’s deskmate, stared at him with wide eyes and thought that he might be hallucinating.

Brother Zheng, who had never understood feelings, actually praised a girl?!

Under the intimidation of Fang Zheng, the person at the front table shook his head desperately, “Not worthy! That girl in the third class can’t even match one hair of our classmate Fang Yunyan.”

Cheng Li was amused by him, “Which novel did you read this from?”

But Fang Zheng, who had never read novels, was very useful in such compliments.

He nodded, “Well, that’s my thought.”

Cheng Li: “…?”

When Lao Liu was about to take the papers back to show the teachers of various subjects, he was called to a meeting by a phone call.

“What, to promote 5G?”

So he put the papers in a book and went to the meeting.

Fang Yunyan sat in her seat and took out a brand new textbook.

Her deskmate, a girl with a round face, said, “Fang Yunyan, your name is really nice. My name is Tong Qiu.”

“Thank you, your name is nice too.”

When Fang Yunyan smiled slightly, there was a shallow pear vortex on her cheeks. 

Tong Qiu’s eyes were bright as she said, “I’ll call you Yunyan, okay? You can call me Qiuqiu.”

“Okay, Qiuqiu.”

Tong Qiu was an enthusiastic little girl. Soon Yunyan knew her date of birth and her family member’s names.

Shortly before class, Tong Qiu put the timetable in the middle, “This is our timetable for this semester, you can copy it first.”

Although it was the Internet age, as students, they still had to control the time they use their phones.

Even if the school did not expressly stipulate that phones couldn’t be brought, students were still very conscious of not using phones.

It was probably the feelings of a real high school student.