Fandu rubbed his neck hard with his sleeve and slashed his eyebrow towards Xie Gufei, thinking that he was a stolen from a mental hospital!

He turned around and left, and went back to find his father's assistant and new head teacher.

There were only two people left in the clinker corridor, Fandu and the new class teacher.

His father's assistant had already said goodbye. Before leaving, he wanted to explain to the prince again, but he did not see the prince himself.

The prince has already explained with practical actions that he "retreat the court without any trouble."

The new class teacher's surname is "Wen", but I have nothing to do with the surname Wen Zou Zou. I was already bald by the blue Mediterranean at the age of 40. Fandu gave the title of this class teacher in his heart, called "Old Tu".

The old bald led Fandu to the textbook room to get new textbooks. Fandu had already bought many books. He flipped through them and picked out a few exercise books.

The old bald meat steamed in midsummer and he fanned the air and asked, "Why didn't you take them together? Don't you preview when you go back?"

Fandu didn't talk much, "I've finished previewing."

"I just talked to your dad's... secretary. Have you transferred to school many times?" Lao Tu asked him, "You can keep up with your studies, right?"

Fandu nodded and nodded, "Yes."

His father is a well-known painter, and the clouds he paints are the most famous. He chases clouds all over the country, and even Fandu is wandering around, so he has not been in one school completely for a semester.

Lao Tu probably has never dealt with such a cold student. He only thought that a new student would be shy when he met the class teacher. He enthusiastically held Fandu's shoulder, "I have read your entrance examination scores, which are very excellent, especially English. I think you can take the TOEFL IELTS! Your grades are enough for the top class, but why do you want to come to our class?"

Fan Du was separated from the head teacher without any trace, leaving his hands empty, "Nothing, I like it."

During the entrance exam, Fandu asked the invigilator directly which class was the worst in the school.

The invigilator told him that it was Class 18.

When Fandu was selecting a class, he saw the bottom-ranked Class 18 at a glance.

After talking for a long time, Lao Tu said the key point, "... Our class may be a little worse than the top class."

The so-called "a little bit worse" is really humble.

Fandu carried his bag and followed Lao Tu to the door of the classroom when he heard a yelling inside like a war, and it was so lively.

As soon as Lao Tu opened the door, a dusty broom smashed towards his face.

Lao Tu was obviously used to such a formation and cultivated agility. With a grab from the air, he held the broom in his hand.

The class was still noisy like a large chicken farm, and no one gave Lao Tu a look.

Fandu followed Lao Tu into the class. The wound on his neck stinged slightly, and a slight tobacco-smelling pheromones spread throughout the class.

The classroom, which was originally noisy, suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were on Fan Du.

Fandu put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin slightly, and stood in front of the classroom as if he was looking down on Fanchen.

Someone muttered below, "Damn it, good pheromones."

A little o covered his heart, "Mom, I want to give birth to a second child for him."

"So handsome."

At first glance, Fandu's appearance was very stunning. His very regular beauty face, long flying eyebrows, and a pair of passionate peach eyes. Combined with a cool and ignorant expression, he directly booked a school grass seat for him.

Someone also noticed sharply, "There are tooth marks on his neck!"

"Damn it? Is there a master of a famous grass?"

"Who, who can handle such a peerless famous a?"

Feeling the projecting gaze, Fandu raised his hand and touched the back of his neck. Thinking of the dog biting, he took a corner of his mouth and showed a sneer.

This tiny expression made the people in the class gasp.

Lao Tu clapped his hands, but failed to calm the class down. He had to raise his voice, as if he was crying, "Come on, Fandu, introduce yourself to everyone!"

Compared to the old bald man, everyone gives handsome men more face and stops talking. They calm down and wait to listen to the handsome men.

Fandu lifted his eyelids and said, "Fandu."

There was nothing else except the words "cool and cool". He walked directly to an empty seat in the class and sat down.

His face was characterized by Jiangnan people, very white, and it seemed to be made of white porcelain without any flaws, which also made his eyebrows and eyes look particularly bright, with long eyebrows flying into his clouds, and when he didn't speak, he looked particularly inhumane.

At this time, Fandu turned around and said with some trepidation, "You are...Boss Xie's place."

Fandu frowned, who do you thank?

At this time, I heard a sound coming from the back door, "Report!"

The man standing at the door had a firm nose and a very unruly facial features. The end of his eyes seemed to be a stroke that was about to be opened when the ink brush was about to end, and there was a small cinnabar mole at the end of his eyes.

He walked to Fandu's side, smashed his schoolbag heavily on the table, and looked at him from a high point.

Fandu and Xie Gu met their sight, and their sights clashed back and forth like lasers, and they were really a narrow road!
Chapter completed!