The bulletin boards of the freshmen in senior high school are crowded with people. Even Jiang Xiaoyu stands on tiptoe, he can only see a group of dark back heads. He is hesitating how to break into the crowd. A black shadow rushes out and presses over his head.

"Light rain, we are all classed in Class 2."

Jiang Xiaoyu was shocked by the unexpected figure and was stunned for a while before he slowed down the spirit: "Tang Zimo?"

The person in front of him showed a big smile: "I will be a classmate again, please give me more advice."

Tang Zimo is Jiang Xiaoyu's junior high school classmate. He is a handsome student with a height of 180 cm and a bright sunshine. He receives no less than 50 love letters every day for three years in junior high school. She has been called "Sunshine Ink Hall" by many girls.

"Great." Jiang Xiaoyu answered with a smile. It's reassuring to meet a familiar person in a new environment.

The crowd gradually dispersed and Jiang Xiaoyu and Tang Zimo searched for new classes together. All the girls who passed by them talked loudly and looked back frequently.

"That boy is so handsome!"

"I don't know which class it is. I really want to know it."

"The girl next to him is not his girlfriend, is she?"

"No way, she's too ordinary."

Jiang Xiaoyu laughed. It was really good to say that in front of the parties. She heard it all. However, Jiang Xiaoyu has never been a person with small stomachs and intestines. Turning his head, he forgot this sentence.

Tang Zimo, on the other side, said embarrassingly, "Don't mind the light rain."

"It's all right," Jiang Xiaoyu smiled back. "I'm used to it. You used to be a big fan. It's estimated that this school grass belongs to you."

"This fellow student, remember well that the school grass is Xu Yiyang, beside you, this hairy boy who doesn't know where he came from can't be ranked." Three girls came from behind, and in the middle seemed to be the eldest, with purple curly hair that was unusually conspicuous.

The girl with purple hair, holding her chin in her hand, went in and looked at Tang Zimo.

"Well, it does look good, but Xu Yiyang is more handsome."

Then she turned around and went into the classroom. The other two girls also glanced at them with arrogant eyes and followed her into the classroom.

"Who is so arrogant?" Jiang Xiaoyu said unhappy.

Tang Zimo also frowned slightly and looked at the door sign. "They are our future classmates."

Jiang Xiaoyu looked up at the door sign, and sure enough, it was written in big characters of Class 2, Senior One.

"Get out of touch with them in the future. It's too arrogant. It's really annoying." Jiang Xiaoyu comforted me.

Tang Zimo nodded and went into the classroom with Jiang Xiaoyu.

"Xu Yiyang" makes Jiang Xiaoyu feel familiar, but he always can't remember where he heard it. Jiang Xiaoyu patted her face and put her mind in a new environment, no matter who he was or who he was, no matter what she was doing.

I don't know who called "The teacher is coming", and the classroom was quiet. A 40-year-old female teacher with half-framed eyes walked to the platform.

"I'm your future head teacher. I'm Mr. Wang. The top ten students in the class can choose their seats on their own. Mr. Wang took out the folder in his hand and signed up one by one.

"Third place, Jiang Xiaoyu... Eighth, Tang Zimo... Tenth, Meng Lu.

Jiang Xiaoyu chose a window seat. Tang Zimo wanted to share the table with her, but he was too tall to choose the back seat. The girl named Menglu sat next to Jiang Xiaoyu.

Jiang Xiaoyu greeted the new deskmate who was sitting on the right with a friendly greeting: "Hello, my name is Jiang Xiaoyu, and I'll be at the same table later."

Menglu just tidied up her desktop and did not respond. When Jiang Xiaoyu thought she couldn't take care of herself, a clear and crisp voice came from the side.

"Menglu".

Jiang Xiaoyu looked at her happily, but she still bowed her head and busied herself. Although this deskmate doesn't like to talk, it makes people feel intimate inexplicably. And the three arrogant girls'seats are a little far from Jiang Xiaoyu, so Jiang Xiaoyu can rest assured. She just wants to study hard, and she doesn't want to get into unnecessary trouble.

When the head teacher was in a meeting, Jiang Xiaoyu unintentionally saw a person passing by outside the window, and the figure of that person was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Jiang Xiaoyu laughed at himself thinking too much, opened his notebook and carefully recorded what the head teacher said.

One will be familiar with the name, the other will be familiar with people. It must be too exciting at the beginning of the school. Don't think fantastically!