Meng Xiaozhi Sugar Core

"Second class."

"Okay, I'll come find you guys when I have time. If you come across something you don't understand, you can come find me. I'm from the Student Union. Class 3, Grade , on the third floor of the teaching building next to you."

"it is good!"

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"Senior is so gentle. She is pretty and patient."

Tang Xin lay on the table, acting like a fangirl with her eyes looking outward.

"If you keep looking at this, your eyeballs will fall out." I rolled my eyes at her in annoyance.

"I just think he's very good. He's already an officer of the student union."

"Then why don't you join the student union? You were class monitor in junior high anyway, so you have the qualifications. You can easily join the student union."

"No way, everyone here must be very talented, it must be difficult to get into the student union."

“If you don’t try hard, who will know?”

As we were talking, the classroom was filled with people before I knew it. Some of them were familiar to me, but some I didn’t even know, like Tang Xin. It turned out that she was from Class 1. It seemed that this was not necessarily the world I was familiar with.

In a corner not far away, I saw my best friend from my previous life, Jiang Yu. He was a fat guy weighing nearly 200 pounds in high school. Sure enough, he still looks the same now, with a nerdy face. I remember that on the first day of school, we sat at the same table and started chatting about everything. We became familiar with each other in less than a day. Don't be fooled by his honest appearance. In fact, he is a fat guy with a stuffy look.

"What are you looking at? Staring straight at me." Tang Xin followed my gaze and asked me.

"Nothing, just look at who my classmates are."

"What's so good about it? It's not like you haven't seen the list. We are the only two in my class who go to the same school."

"Hmm, how come it's such a coincidence?"

"What coincidence? Actually, it's..." Tang Xin suddenly covered her mouth.

This aroused my curiosity, "Isn't it a coincidence?"

"Nothing!" Tang Xin shook her head like a rattle.

But when I wanted to ask a few more questions, a young and beautiful girl walked in from the classroom door. She was wearing a white shirt, a short and tight skirt with a narrow split, and long legs in black stockings. Her beautiful but somewhat childish face was filled with a confident smile. She was holding a few books in her hands, but I couldn't see the titles because they were blocked by the handout folder.

Who is this? As she walked up to the podium, I was confused. Was there such a person in high school? Is this a teacher?

"Ahem, hello everyone, I'm your homeroom teacher, Song Yaxin, you can call me Teacher Song. Maybe you have some questions, how can such a young person be our homeroom teacher? Although you are also the first batch of students I teach, I can also tell you that I graduated from Z University with a double doctorate in theoretical physics and computer science. I believe I am qualified to be your study and life mentor for the next three and a half years. If you have any questions, you can come to me~ So, classmates, do you have any questions?"

"How old is the teacher?" A small voice came from the back row. No one knew who asked it, but it really expressed everyone's thoughts.

"It's rude to ask a girl her age, but I can tell you this secret: I'm 23 years old."

Confidence often comes from strength. Listening to her introduction, I was also extremely shocked. Even if I experienced a second life, I don’t think I have the ability to get a double doctorate from a top university at her age, who looks like she is only in her twenties. Sure enough, geniuses really exist. Did she start learning from the womb?

But... why do you want to teach in a high school? Even though this is a key high school, it is a small temple with a big Buddha. It's a waste of talent.

"Okay, I'm done with my self-introduction. As our first class, let's start with our self-introductions! I hope that as students in the experimental class, you can come up with something that will impress Teacher Song, rather than just a simple, stereotyped self-introduction~"

So, the students started to introduce themselves one by one according to the student numbers reported by the teacher. Although Teacher Song had told them not to just say their names, but to talk about their hobbies and other things, and to have something unique, most of the students who went up blushed and couldn't say anything. It's no wonder they are like this, because we are not geniuses like Song Yaxin, and whose grades are not obtained by studying hard? Besides studying, what else can we do?

The brilliance in Teacher Song's eyes gradually faded as each student finished introducing themselves. She seemed a little disappointed, but she still kept a faint smile on her face, unperturbed by fame or disgrace. It was precisely because Teacher Song was so stunning, whether in appearance or figure, knowledge or conversation, she was a perfect goddess. So now it doesn't matter who is introducing themselves, everyone just needs to look at Teacher Song. This wave, this wave is called stealing the show.

But the situation changed slightly with the appearance of Tang Xin.

"Hello everyone, my name is Tang Xin. It is a great surprise for me to be admitted to No. 1 Middle School and become your classmates. I can play the piano, do some sketching, and know a little bit of Sanda."

"But... those are not my hobbies, nor are they what I want to learn." Tang Xin suddenly raised her head, "I was always asked by my parents to learn this and that, and I ended up having a huge argument with them."

"But my good friend Li Xiaomeng helped me through the difficult times. I think that in life, we should live the way we want. My dream is to become a novelist and write the most beautiful stories!"

Chapter 2 Admission (Part 2)

Tang Xin's words seemed to resonate with many students. There was a thunderous applause for this pretty and lovely girl. After all, two beauties, one big and one small, on the podium were very pleasing to the eyes. Even Teacher Song smiled and gave her an admiring look.

After a few people, it was my turn.

When I heard Teacher Song calling my name, I heard the whispers from the children nearby.

"Hey, this is the first place."

"Eh? So beautiful?"

"The competition for the school beauty in our class is fierce."

"Hush, let me tell you, I heard that she used to..."

I walked to the podium and looked at the classmates who were familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar to me, and began my self-introduction.

"Hello everyone, my name is Li Xiaomeng, ah, I'm Tang Xin's friend. Actually, I don't have any special hobbies. I'm just like everyone else. I do housework and cook when I get home, and I like to play games and watch movies. If comforting people can be considered a specialty, then it's one."

In fact, I have been thinking for a long time about how to make my introduction stand out, but it seems that I don’t have any special advantages except that I look good. Because I am just a student who is slightly better in academics, not the kind of kid with the aura of the protagonist.

When I was about to walk down from the podium, Teacher Song suddenly called me: "Li Xiaomeng, please wait a moment. Can you answer a question for the teacher?"

I nodded.

"Do you have any secrets to studying? I saw that your entrance exam score was very, very high. If possible, could you share it with everyone?"

Because I have read it in my previous life, can I say this? Will anyone believe me? Although I have a set of learning methods, it is still difficult to explain it clearly in one sentence or two games.

Seeing that I was a little embarrassed, Teacher Song also began to smooth things over for me: "If it's inconvenient, you don't have to tell me. After all, everyone has their own secret techniques. The teacher's technique back then was to keep studying and do enough questions, and then you would naturally do well in the exam."

"It's not a secret." I scratched my cheek. "I just like to fantasize. I want to think about how I can set questions to stump these students if I were the teacher. It's just a matter of exchanging roles."

As soon as these words were spoken, the students in the audience took out their notes and wrote something down, as if someone was telling you the next lottery numbers. It was a bit exaggerated.

"Great." Teacher Song looked at me with appreciation, "You are as good as I was back then."

I can't compare with you, big boss. I thought so in my heart, but I didn't dare to say it out loud. I said thank you and walked back with my head down.

"Hey, everyone. My name is Zhu Yichao, I like singing, dancing, rapping and playing basketball!"

"Poof!" The water I just drank half of sprayed out, and the whole class looked over at me.

"Ha...ha, it's okay, I choked while drinking water." My face flushed, and I didn't know whether I was embarrassed or laughing.

Although he was interrupted by my spell, Zhu Yichao was not affected much and he even rapped on the spot. Although the lyrics were a bit childish, the flow was good and the rhyme was acceptable. He has the potential to become a celebrity.

"My name is Jiang Yu, I'm 1.85 meters tall, weigh 210 kilograms, and am good at basketball and tug-of-war." His introduction was simple, but impressive. At least when he said his weight, several classmates laughed. It's over, Jiang Yu is a grudge-holder, famous for his good memory. He hates it most when people laugh at his weight. You're already on his blacklist, I'm telling you.

(Not all the students’ introductions are listed here. First, they are too superficial. Second, I am too lazy to write them differently. It is very tiring. Without the support of the story, it seems very empty.)

Fifty people introduced themselves, and then the temporary class leaders were selected. Because they were not familiar with each other, Teacher Song could only make temporary appointments based on the clues in the self-introductions. Tang Xin was selected as the entertainment committee member, and I was forced to be a study committee member. I was originally going to be the class monitor, but I shook my head, saying that I had no experience and was not fierce enough. In the end, Teacher Song also felt that I looked too soft, so he gave another tall and thin boy to be the class monitor.

"Teacher Song, it's your class's turn to move the books and school supplies!"

Just after the class leaders were selected, an elderly female teacher stepped back from the window, stuck her head in and spoke to Teacher Song.

"Okay, I'll send someone right away."

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Girls really don’t have much strength. When I tried to pick up a pile of exercise books, I found that my hands began to tremble.

"Xiao Meng, I'm leaving first." Tang Xin suddenly passed by me, holding New Concept English books stacked higher than her head.

Okay, I take back my first sentence and change it to: I really don’t have much strength.

"Let me help you." A boy suddenly came to my side, his face red as if he had made a great decision, and took away most of the book from me.

Oh, looking at the less than a dozen exercise books in my hand, I felt a little embarrassed.

I quickly said, "Thank you, I can do it, give me some more."

Seeing him piling another stack of money on his head, I couldn't help but twitch my eyes. Brother, are you imitating Indians?

"As the squad leader, it's my duty." Then he ran off on his own.

Oh my god, you actually disgust me, man. You let us carry only a few books back to the classroom, what will our classmates think? What will the students next to us think when they see what we did just now? Do I need help? There were many girls carrying heavy books back just now, why didn't you help? You really did more harm than good. Looking at the books that had been carried away, I felt a headache for a while.

When I returned to the classroom, my classmates were distributing school uniforms, and everyone had a happy face. I took advantage of no one's attention to put the scattered basic exercise books in my hand back to where they should go.

"Wow, Xiaomeng, it's a skirt!" Tang Xin rushed to me with two sets of clothes, dancing excitedly.

But when she took it out of the plastic bag and started drawing on her body, she hung her head again.

"Hey, why is it a long skirt? I obviously wanted a short skirt." She said to herself, "Should I help Xiaomeng cut it shorter?"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm right next to you, don't think I can't hear you." I held my forehead with my hand. I don't know what this little girl is thinking all day long. "If she breaks the rules, I can just say: 'My deskmate bullied me and deliberately cut my skirt', how about that?"

"Ah, that's all right."

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Sorry friends, I have to learn to split a 4000-word chapter into two chapters, because only one chapter of 4000 words can't get a recommendation. No one paid attention to me even after signing the contract, miserable. In the comment area of ​​the book, I have pinned a QQ group. If you like it or have any opinions, please join me to discuss the plot and novel, thank you! !

Chapter III Responsibilities (Part 1)

"What's wrong? You look so sad." I looked at Tang Xin with a look of despair on her face.

Tang Xin looked at me weakly and sighed: "Teacher Song asked me to rehearse a program for the class."

"Rehearsal show?"

"Yeah, they said there's an event or something in May, and every class has to participate in an event or a performance."

"Red May?" I suddenly remembered that No. 1 Middle School has a tradition that every May, on May 4th Youth Day, there is a large-scale art gala to promote the revolutionary spirit. As a freshman, I am no exception, of course, senior high school students are excluded, they have to take the college entrance examination in June, so they definitely don't have much to think about in May.

"Yes, that's it. But I can't even call all my classmates' names, let alone choose a program."

"Why not just have a chorus? That's the easiest way." I tilted my head and thought about it. It seemed like I had always had a chorus in my previous life.

"No, there will be a lot of classes singing in the chorus, and we're competing with the senior class. If we all sing in chorus, we won't be able to stand out."

"Hey, Xiaomeng, when we introduced ourselves last month, do you remember who had what special skills?"

I shook my head, not impressed. "How about we go ask the music teacher for help? See if she has any good ideas?"

So, during the self-study time at noon, I accompanied Tang Xin to the music teacher's office. Fortunately, our teacher happened to be in the office. Teacher He was a middle-aged woman in her forties. She had taught us before, but because we didn't have much contact with her, we didn't get to know her well.

When she saw us coming into her office to find her, she looked surprised. After understanding our purpose, she couldn't hide the smile on her face. It must be a kind of happiness for a teacher to be relied on by students.

"If it's the situation you described, skits and crosstalk would be too difficult. Everyone is unfamiliar with each other and it's hard to work together in harmony. It would be better to introduce some musical instruments into the overall layout of the chorus, and then find a girl with a nice voice to sing part of the chorus solo. This would make it seem more different and more attentive." Teacher He said to us after thinking for a while.