The returning national male god

Chapter 17 Class Nine
Class Nine, Jun Jiu, unexpectedly matched her name.

It was already class time, but the teacher of class nine hadn't come yet. The classroom was a little different from what she had imagined, and it was extraordinarily quiet.

When Jun Jiu walked in, she saw that half of the people were lying on the table to catch up on sleep, and the other half of the sober people didn't react when they saw her. They just looked up and took the time to look down at the test paper.

I, Jun Jiu, quickly figured out the reason. Although it is Class [-] here, it is the best high school in Jianghuai City, and those who can get in will have good academic performance.

Those who will be assigned to the first class are either those with the best academic performance and are assigned based on their own abilities;

Compared with the situation of Class [-], Class [-] is divided into two types. One is those who are serious about reading books and doing test papers. Stayed in the last class; the second is those who sleep on the table, they are very smart in themselves, but they don’t focus on their studies. They fish for three days and spend two days drying the net. No good results but no bad results.

Zhang Youwei was sitting by the window, lying on the table with his arms under his pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

Jun Jiu scanned the big man effortlessly, frowned upon seeing this, and walked towards him.

"Dong dong dong——" Jun Jiu tapped his index finger upside down on the table. Hearing the sound, instead of opening his eyes, Zhang Youwei turned his head and moved in another direction to continue sleeping.

Really capable!There was anger brewing in Jun Jiu's eyes, and he knocked on the table again with more force.

"Fuck! Who is it! It's so early in the morning that you don't let people sleep?"

Before Zhang Youwei had any reaction, Ling Xiao, who was sitting at the table next to him, had already jumped up, rubbing his messy chicken coop head, his voice was full of anger.

Yesterday he played games until three o'clock in the middle of the night and didn't go to bed. He finally got to school and wanted to sleep a little longer, but someone kept making noise when he was most sleepy, which made him very angry.

Because of Ling Xiao's roar, Zhang Youwei woke up in a jerk, and when he saw Jun Jiu standing in front of him, he rubbed his eyes, wondering how today passed so fast. School is over already?

"Zhang Youwei, this is what you usually tell me. Did you pay attention to the class?"

Seeing his bewildered look, Jun Jiu was rarely angry. What her sister said in her previous life was still in her ears. She hadn't forgotten the tragedy that happened to him, she made a mistake once, and she would never allow him to do it again. the second time!
"Jun Jiu...I..." Zhang Youwei never thought that Jun Jiu would come to his class, and he was very guilty for a while, and he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

"Who are you! What are you doing in our class so early in the morning?" Seeing Jun Jiu completely ignoring himself to the side, Ling Xiao became even more upset. No one had ever dared to ignore him like this before!

Because of Ling Xiao's words, no matter whether they were awake or asleep just now, they all focused their eyes on Jun Jiu, looking up and down.

Only then did Jun Jiu realize that the young man who was asking the question was probably the backbone of the class, so she took this opportunity to introduce herself.

"Jun Jiu, a transfer student from class one, I hope to get along with everyone happily in the future."

"Hey! It's really rare! When will our class nine be classmates with people from class one? Don't you always think highly of yourself? How can you bear our class nine?"

When Ling Xiao heard about Class One, surprise was evident in his eyes, followed by disdain and ridicule.

He folded his arms and looked at Jun Jiu with a sneer, leaning against the desk, as if watching a joke.

Any fool can hear the gunpowder in these words. Jun Jiu didn't want to make the relationship between classmates so stiff when he came here, but if she was provoked by Ling Xiao, if she dealt with it lightly, in the future in this ninth class, I'm afraid there will be no way to gain a foothold!
Jun Jiu took off the schoolbag she had been carrying on her shoulders, threw it on the table with a bang, and smiled instead of anger: "I'm tired of staying in the same place, and I always want to change to a new environment. I always feel that Class Ninth is very good, but I am willing to come to Class Nine, this student, if you are not happy, you can also sit in Class One, what do you think?"

"You—" Ling Xiao didn't expect Jun Jiu to be so sharp-tongued, and couldn't refute for a while, so he could only stare at him viciously.

"Jun Jiu, is what you said true? Did you really transfer from class one to our class?" Zhang Youwei's mind finally cleared up a bit. Hearing these words, his whole body was jolted up, and his eyes were full of worry. .

Class 99 and Class [-] are equivalent to the two ends of a completely weightless balance. Class [-] occupies [-]% of the teachers' minds, and they are the insignificant class [-] at the other end. From teachers to hardware equipment, they are more expensive than Class [-]. The difference is too much.

Jun Jiu was in a bad mood during this time, but now he was transferred to Class Nine suddenly, so it would be too difficult to go back!

"Yes, and I don't plan to go back."

"You said it lightly, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back!" Ling Xiao seized the opportunity and retorted unceremoniously.

Just as Jun Jiu was about to speak, at this moment, the sound of urgent footsteps came from the corridor, which was different from the "tapping" sound of high-heeled shoes. This sound was more calm and deep, and it was the owner who was wearing thick-heeled leather shoes coming.

Just listening to the sound of footsteps with different strengths, Jun Jiu looked at the door with a little surprise, waiting for the arrival of the Lord.

In a few seconds, a plump middle-aged woman walked in with a book in her arms. Jun Jiu's eyes immediately fell on her legs. The long skirt covered most of her legs, but only at the ankles position, she saw a trace of blood with sharp eyes.

"I'm sorry students, I just encountered some delays on the road, so I was late for a while, and now we are in class."

Zhao Jing glanced at his watch while talking, hurrying to make up for the time he wasted just now, and didn't even have time to look at the students' seats during the whole process, so that she didn't notice it after turning the pages of the book. The existence of Jun Jiu.

Because of her arrival, the students below sat down one after another, and continued to go about their business, as if nothing had happened, but unexpectedly, Jun Jiu suddenly spoke at this time.

"This class, who is the monitor?"

After Jun Jiu finished speaking, Zhao Jing noticed him, with obvious surprise on his face.

Seeing that no one answered her, Jun Jiu repeated it patiently.

"This class, who is the monitor!"

(End of this chapter)