Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

Classroom of Grade 11 (5).

The bell had just rung for the first class, and Mr. Shi, the homeroom teacher, hadn't arrived yet. The whole classroom was noisy, with people chatting, talking, and eating.

It wasn't until the boy who was on leave shouted that it happened.

"Old Shi is back."

In an instant, the boys and girls returned to their seats.

"He also brought a blond guy with him."

The boy shouted again.

"Blonde hair?"

The students were puzzled when they saw Old Shi walk into the classroom with a radiant face.

The forty or so students below the stage stared curiously at the blond-haired boy following behind Lao Shi.

What are you looking at?

Lu Mingshi gave them a sharp look without any hesitation.

Wow, that's so cool.

These are the students' true feelings.

Old Shi stood on the podium and introduced himself to the audience in a loud voice:

"Classmates, this is our new transfer student. His surname is Lu and his given name is Lu Ming. Let's give him a round of applause."

"...Slap, slap slap..."

The applause was sparse and lacked energy.

Old Shi didn't mind, a wide smile on his face. He first gave the students a stern warning, "You all need to learn from each other and be good classmates, and don't bully the newcomers, you hear me!"

Pointing to the empty seat at the back of the classroom, she said in a gentle and soft voice, "Lu, please sit in that empty seat at the back, right behind Ying Tong. Once you're seated, we'll start the lesson."

Oh my gosh, my precious baby!

I like it no matter how I look at it.

It's decided. We'll give him a pop quiz in the next couple of days to see how good his foundation is.

Lu Ming slung his backpack over his shoulder with one hand and put the other in his pocket, walking coolly and arrogantly toward the spot he pointed to.

"Sang Rou, look, we have a transfer student in our class."

Ying Sangrou, who had been lost in thought, slowly raised her clear, bewildered eyes and looked over after being reminded by her deskmate.

"He dyed his hair blonde, is he a thug?"

Jiang Shishi was chattering away beside her.

Yellow hair?

Ying Sangrou was taken aback because she saw the thin boy's face that she had seen at home.

It's him?

When the deer looked at her during the cry, she was startled and quickly lowered her head.

My heart is racing and I feel flustered.

Did he see her?

Did he recognize her?

Why is he here?

Lu Ming sat down in the empty seat behind Ying Sangrou.

He was also a little puzzled, feeling that the girl in front of him looked somewhat familiar in her school uniform.

I feel like I've seen this somewhere before.

The aisle was to his right, and he craned his neck toward the aisle to get closer to the girl in the seat in front of him.

She kept her face down, her long, smooth, black hair reaching her shoulders and obscuring his view, so he couldn't see what the girl looked like.

"Okay, everyone, quiet down and start class. Take out your math books and turn to page 38."

Disappointed, Lu Mingshi turned his face away when he saw that he hadn't seen it.

He feels sleepy as soon as he sees a math book.

But he promised his older sister he wouldn't sleep in the first class, so he'll have to bear with it for now...

He yawned and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

When do we start having lunch...?

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After a long and arduous class, the bell rang throughout the entire campus.

The students emerged from their classrooms like prisoners being let out for a stroll.

Drinking water, going to the toilet, playing around...

Originally, Lu Ming was as listless as a dead chicken, his eyes vacant. But as soon as the bell rang, he seemed to have been injected with a thousand milliliters of chicken blood, and instantly became energetic.

He got up from his seat, intending to go to the restroom and have a ten-minute Beethoven Rhapsody.

Before he even left the classroom, he was deliberately stopped by three boys, led by Cheng Ji.

"Hey kid, which school did you transfer from?"

Cheng Ji's family had some money, and he was used to showing off his strong physique. He considered himself the boss of Class 5.

The other two were his lackeys.

They were the skinny guy and the fat guy, standing beside him like guardian deities.

Lu Ming glanced at them, who were acting arrogantly.

He knows how to do this.

They were bad students who wanted to bully him, the good student.

He asked coolly, "You want to know?"

"How dare you talk like that? Our Brother Ji is the leader of Class 5, be more polite."

The skinny man who yelled at him lived up to his name; he was even thinner than Lu Ming, looking like a bamboo pole.

Lu Ming glanced at him up and down, clearly displeased.

How can he be thinner than him?

"Oh, please be polite."

He wasn't intimidated by the threats at all. Instead, he casually picked at his ear, flicked a small piece of earwax at Cheng Ji, and said, "Excuse me, I need to take a dump. Wasn't that polite enough?"

"..."

No, how could he be so rude and take it for granted?

Cheng Ji flinched, slightly annoyed, and said, "How could you flick your earwax onto me!"

Lu Mingshi looked at him like he was an idiot, "Who gave you permission to stand in front of me? If I don't play for you, who will I play for?"