How could this hair be born?

She was about to speak when the class bell rang. The noisy people scattered and went back to their seats.

The old class came in with this textbook under his crouching nest. The head teacher of their class taught physics. He was gentle and had a pair of frameless glasses. He liked to wear plaid shirts and camel-colored trousers. His temperament and face were soft. Except for the occasional exclamation by the principal, he had no temper at other times.

Therefore, although he is an old classmate, he has no prestige in the class. It should be said that the only thing they fear is Qin Shuang, the math teacher who looks beautiful but has no forgiveness.

As soon as the old classmate came in, he called him.

Everyone laughed and said, except for those who called the name and said "to", they should do whatever else they should do.

Some are reading romance novels, some are cutting their hair and slits, and they are even more bold, hiding under their hands to play cards with their deskmates.

The foreign girl in front of Lu Yanshi was playing cards with her deskmate, while Wu Zhizhi on the left stretched out her hand to apply nail polish on herself.

Lu Yanshi glanced at the dark blue nail polish, looked at the old class on the podium, holding a textbook and talking in himself...

Where is this class?

This is a happy party!

Lu Yanshi looked ugly. He glanced at his physics book and didn't even open it. He looked at Wu Zhizhi's body again. The nail polish was cheap without guessing, so there was a very unpleasant pungent smell. He endured the disgust and said coldly: "Can you not apply this here?"

"Why?" She looked over, her eyes shining brightly, "How beautiful is this?"

"Good-looking?" Lu Yanshi frowned, suspected that he had heard it wrong, "Do you think this poisonous color looks good?"

"You don't know how to appreciate it." She smiled and put her fingers over to show him, "How beautiful is Li Sha's newly bought nail polish?"

Li Sha sat on the left side of Wu Zhizhi, separated by a corridor in the middle, dressed similarly to Wu Zhizhi, but she didn't burn the brain-dead explosive head and didn't dare to come to school with blatant makeup from home. Instead, she brought all the cosmetics to the class. She put yellow makeup on the mirror every morning study, which was not worth her life.

"Take it away, it's so disgusting." Lu Yanshi looked disgusted.

Wu Zhizhi stretched out his hand, looked at it himself, admired it, and then blew it in good mood.

"Can you wipe this?" he asked suddenly.

"What?" Wu Zhizhi didn't understand.

"Don't you have to wash things and cook things at night?"

"Oh, no delay, I'll wash it off before school is over at night."

"..." He had nothing to say, put on the MP3 headphones and listened to the songs attentively.

My mood is no longer as irritable as the first day. It is probably because of the ability to adapt. Even if I am irritable, disgusted and rejected, I have to accept the facts.

After class, the old class called "Wu Zhizhi" and "Xu Wenjing".

It is not surprising that Wu Zhizhi was named. She was late in the morning and was caught by the director of the teaching, and wrote a review. It is normal for the news to reach the old class. According to convention, the old class has to talk to her.

But it was a bit strange to name Xu Wenjing. She is one of the few good and good students in the class who are different and lively. She serves as the female class monitor and has always regarded the teacher's words as an imperial edict.

Wu Zhizhi stood up and glanced at Lu Yanshi, thinking that he was strange. This kid was late in the morning and even contradicted the director of the teaching. Why was he okay?

The reason is of course that Lu Yanshi's uncle did the work of his superiors to clear his mind, which led to everyone turning a blind eye to him and even finding ways to make him sociable in private. After all, not being sociable in school will cause a headache for the teacher and easily be isolated by his classmates.

The old class is looking for two people now because of Lu Yanshi's "unsociable" problem.

"Old class, what's the matter with me?" As soon as he left the classroom, Wu Zhizhi took the initiative to smile.

The old man glanced at her and deliberately tried her, "What's the matter? You have no idea what you did?"

"I'm innocent." She immediately responded to the conditioned reflex and her expression was vivid. "The teacher was catching my appearance problem, but my hair was natural, without adding or post-perm dyeing. Teacher, you have to believe me."

"Is it still a show? I said Wu Zhizhi, do you have to be so slick?" The old class squinted his eyes, "Your hair is better to be straight. I have asked the director to look for it several times."

"Natural..." Wu Zhizhi pleaded pitifully.

The old classmate frowned, "I don't care about you."

As they said that, the three of them entered the teaching office. Xu Wenjing was silent all the way. When she arrived at the teaching office, she stood straight in a corner. The teacher didn't say anything, so she refused to speak first.

As soon as Wu Zhizhi came in, she first saw whether Qin Shuang was there. When the old class called her, what she was most afraid of was not to talk to the boss, but to meet Qin Shuang in the teaching office. If she wanted to meet Qin Shuang, she would have to take a few dozen minutes of ideological education class and write a letter of guarantee for studying hard every day. Who can withstand such a punishment?

Fortunately, Qin Shuang was not here, so Wu Zhizhi's emotions suddenly became free, and he annoyed the old classmate, "I said it a long time ago, if you don't believe me, call my mother, my mother has the same hairstyle. Also, I'm wrong with eating chicken wings in the class in the morning, but I was hungry at that time. Teacher, I have hypoglycemia, and I'll faint if I don't eat breakfast, so I admit my mistake, but I can't change it, because I have hypoglycemia, you can understand me, too..."

"Okay, okay, don't give me a long talk. I'll call you and Wenjing here today, not for your little bastard."

Wu Zhizhi was stunned for a moment, "What's that for?"

"Lu Yanshi." The old classman glanced at the two of them, and his eyes fell back to Wu Zhizhi first. "I have studied your deskmate, Qin Shuang. He was transferred from a key school and his grades were very good. I don't want you to influence him."

"What does it mean?" Wu Zhizhi didn't understand.

The old classmate said: "Do not make small moves to affect his study during class."

"..." Wu Zhizhi was speechless. Does this old class know that Lu Yanshi has headphones stuffed in class every day? Can she affect him? I'm afraid he can't hear anything, right? He frowned and said, "How about the old class, you can change his seat. You know that our position is in a mess. He will definitely have a good impact on his sitting position, but it's bad..." There are a lot of things.

"That won't work, your math teacher doesn't agree."

"..." Damn, it's Qin Shuang again. In order to help her learn again, she is simply using the best of her own things!
Chapter completed!