Chapter 2 Transferring Schools "Huo Wenyuan is aloof, has a sour face, and a sharp tongue...

Morning reading ended, and the first bell rang in the early morning. Class 9 (1) welcomed a new classmate at the end of the last semester.

More than 30 pairs of eyes in the classroom looked towards the door. In the place where the warm sun shone, a white and thin boy in a slightly loose school uniform looked like a porcelain doll, with big and bright eyes and a pointed chin. He held a book in his hands, and his face was full of temptation and curiosity.

The head teacher, Mr. Xie Bu Ruo, stood on the podium, touched his shiny head, and then announced today's class events to the students below: "Classmates, there is a new student transferred to our class today, everyone welcome!"

"Come on, Gu Ci, introduce yourself to the classmates."

Gu Ci nodded, walked to the center of the podium, bowed to the new teacher and new classmates, and his voice was crisp, which inexplicably reminded people of the chewy chocolate beans rolling on the wooden table. "

Hello everyone, my name is Gu Ci, and I used to study at Guicheng Experimental Middle School. I'm very happy to meet you all. I hope we can work hard and make progress together in the last two months!"

Teacher Xie couldn't help but "tsk", clapped his hands and praised: "Look - how well Gu Ci speaks! There should be applause here!"

Under the leadership of Teacher Xie, thunderous applause rang out in the classroom.

Gu Ci was a little uneasy at first, but he didn't expect the teacher and classmates to be so enthusiastic. He straightened his back in surprise and bowed again with some excitement in his heart: "Thank you teacher, thank you classmates!"

Teacher Xie nodded with satisfaction, his small eyes shining, and he looked around the classroom. He habitually passed by the empty seats in the first row by the window and aimed at the seats at the back.

"Gu Ci, there are no extra seats right now. You can sit next to Shang Zui for the time being. You can adjust your seat later when you have a chance."

Then he warned: "Shang Zui, Gu Ci has very good grades. Don't disturb him when he studies. "

At that time, Gu Ci had not yet understood the intention of Teacher Xie's last sentence. He looked up and saw a boy in the last row near the window, wearing a gray school uniform vest and a white shirt, saluted Teacher Xie, then waved at him with a playful smile, opened his mouth exaggeratedly, and looked at his lips to say... Hello?

It seems that the new deskmate is a very friendly person.

With a good impression of the new deskmate, Gu Ci sat down in the empty seat in the last row with the old and new books. Sure

enough, as soon as he sat down, the new deskmate came over enthusiastically to say hello and gave a comprehensive self-introduction from his surname to his nickname.

"Hello, classmate Gu Ci, my name is Shang Zui, also known as 'the smartest man in the universe', you can call me A Zui or..."

"I'm Shang Zui, you can call me ..."

... 800 words are omitted here.

Concluding sentence: "You are so beautiful! "

As the short essay was finishing, a fierce light flashed across the podium, and a piece of white chalk flew over at an extremely fast speed, accurately hitting the wrong answer notebook of the new deskmate who had put up defense in time, and fell on the test paper with a pia sound.

Under Gu Ci's surprised gaze, Shang Zui proudly put away the chalk head, threw it into the garbage bag hanging next to the desk, and gave himself a thumbs up.

As soon as the thumbs up appeared, Teacher Xie slammed the table and stood up: "Shang Zui, what I just told you was all wind in my ears, right? Stand up!"

Shang Zui jumped up straight in an instant.

Teacher Xie: "Don't you love to give thumbs up? Show it to me."

Shang Zui: "Me?"

The thumbs up left the stage sadly.

Teacher Xie knocked on the blackboard with a ruler: "You look surprised? Did I give you that thumbs up just now? "

Shang Zui had to obey the order and slowly raised his thumbs.

The whole class except Gu Ci burst into laughter.

Teacher Xie said with regret: "You are already in the third year of junior high school, and you are slacking off every day. I ask you, what should you choose for this cloze test?"

Shang Zui randomly chose a letter: "C?"

Teacher Xie: "..."

What illusion did he have to think that the last in the class could answer this question with a correct rate of only 5%?

He patted his chest, comforted himself, and his eyes fell on Gu Ci who was sitting upright next to Shang Zui.

"Gu Ci, do you know?"

Gu Ci stood up, glanced at Shang Zui, and then looked at Teacher Xie who was full of expectations: "Teacher Xie, I think B is the best choice."

Teacher Xie's eyes lit up, and he felt that he had met Gu Ci too late. He beat his chest and stamped his feet and said: "That's right! Wrong! Everyone look at the blackboard! Gu Ci, tell me why. "

Gu Ci's perfect answer made Teacher Xie's eyes shine again.

After class, Shang Zui moved his thumb, which had been present in this class, a few times, poked Gu Ci's elbow gently, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Gu Ci, I haven't had a deskmate for a long time and I'm a little excited. I will try my best to control myself in the future and won't disturb your studies again."

He looked at Gu Ci's face: "Do you... think I'm annoying?"

Shang Zui was also helpless. As an ADHD patient, he has not had a deskmate since the first grade of elementary school. "Annoying" is probably the most high-frequency evaluation he hears.

But he is a real ADHD patient... Although being disliked is his normal state, who doesn't want to be a likable person if possible?

Gu Ci asked curiously: "Why do I find you annoying?"

"But talking in class does not have a good influence on other students. It doesn't matter. If you have anything to say, you can tell me after class. "

After listening to Gu Ci's words, Shang Zui's eyes widened and brightened, as if he saw some pure, kind and beautiful angel.

So during all the breaks between classes, Gu Ci would fold his hands obediently on the desk, sit very straight facing his deskmate, and listen carefully to his experience sharing with the attitude of listening to a class.

Shang Zui introduced him to every teacher in a long stream, from nicknames to personality preferences. For example, the head teacher Xie Bu Ruo, also known as "Crab Bro", English name Tony, height 174, weight 80kg, graduated from Cambridge University, the English class he taught has always been ranked first in the city, and he has an extremely smart girl's heart.

And, he has a crush on a beautiful math teacher in the high school department.

Gu Ci admired Shang Zui so much that he couldn't admire him more. These teachers' secrets... did he know them all?

No, these, he... should know?

Shang Zui saw Gu Ci's admiration, not to mention how happy he was in his heart, but he still said modestly: "Sprinkle some water. "

After all, his biggest dream is to become a notorious entertainment reporter when he grows up! Unfortunately, his brother threatened that if he dared to stop dancing and become a paparazzi, he would break his legs in a second.

Gu Ci asked: "So you still want to be a paparazzi?"

Shang Zui said: "Not in name."

It is not shameful for the strong to bow their heads for survival.

Gu Ci was skeptical about this.

Shang Zui looked at the neatly organized desk of his new deskmate, and then looked at his own theft scene that was as messy as a doghouse. He felt a little embarrassed, so he quietly stuffed the messy textbooks and test papers into the drawer, out of sight, out of mind.

This time, his desk was cleaner than Gu Ci's.

Gu Ci asked curiously, "Shang Zui, don't you want all those textbooks anymore?"

Shang Zui: "?"

In this silent, one-man showdown, Shang Zui was out.

"So you still want them? That's good." Gu Ci breathed a sigh of relief for these innocent textbooks and offered, "Do you want me to help you organize them?"

Shang Zui immediately jumped up from the bench, his eyes half-blinded by the angel's light.

During the solemn break, Shang Zui volunteered to accompany Gu Ci and guide him. As they walked down the winding stairs, Shang Zui asked with concern, "Gu Ci, why are you transferring schools now?"

Gu Ci didn't know where to begin. After thinking for a while, he decided to give an easy-to-understand explanation, "I'm temporarily staying with an uncle, and they helped me transfer here."

At that time, Shang Zui didn't understand the real situation and thought he was just trying to get into the best middle school in the city. He chuckled and said, "Then you've come to the right place. Xichen's key high school has the highest admission rate in the city. Have you heard of Huo Wenyuan? He's always ranked first in the unified exams, mock exams, and various Olympiads for three years. He's beyond the academic god, and he's in our class." Gu

Ci whispered the name, "Huo Wenyuan?"

"Yes, he's my best friend." Shang Zui, a childhood friend of the top student, was proud of his accomplishments. "He's always had excellent grades. Whether he attended class or not, he always got first place. He's never been second. Why is there such a huge gap between people?"

Gu Ci asked cautiously, "So, is Huo... Wenyuan easy to get along with?"

"You've asked the right person," Shang Zui assured him, patting his chest. "Since you're my only deskmate, I won't beat around the bush. I wouldn't tell anyone else."

"Huo Wenyuan is aloof, sullen, and sharp-tongued. Getting along with him is simply asking for trouble."

"Oh, I'm just used to it."

To sum up, "Strange people should stay away. You can admire from a distance, but don't touch him."

Gu Ci instantly conjured up the image of a cold, arrogant classmate wearing thick, bottle-bottom glasses and exuding a menacing aura.

But... didn't Butler Feng say that the young master was easy to get along with?

The background music for the radio gymnastics began and ended, and amidst the relentless ringing of the bell, little Gu Ci's first day at the new school went off without a hitch.

Butler Feng blended seamlessly into the crowd of parents, his hands clasped in anticipation at the school gate. He immediately spotted Gu Ci, backpack on his shoulder, but before he could wave, he spotted Young Master Shang Jia next to him.

Shang Zui also noticed him and asked in confusion, "Uncle Feng, didn't Huo Wenyuan take the day off today? Why are you here?"

Butler Feng smiled and pulled Gu Ci close to him, "Young Master Shang, good afternoon! We're here to pick up Little Ci."

"What?!" Shang Zui's eyes nearly popped out of his head this time. He turned to look at Gu Ci, "Gu Ci, the boarding house you mentioned... is it Huo Wenyuan's?"

Gu Ci looked at Butler Feng, and they nodded, one behind the other.

Shang Zui: Oh my god! A giant melon that size showed up uninvited!

But then, his sympathy for his angelic deskmate peaked.

After all… Huo Wenyuan isn't a good guy! This will be a showdown between angels and demons!

With pity for the little angel, Shang Zui got into the Maybach and reluctantly waved goodbye to Gu Ci through the window.

Gu Ci also waved, until the rear of the car disappeared.

After getting in the car, Butler Feng said with relief: "That's great. Xiao Ci has made friends so quickly. It seems that the young master is not that important anymore."

Gu Ci: "Ah?"

Butler Feng covered his mouth belatedly, his face horrified: "Oh? Did I say it?"

The driver, Uncle Du, nodded in confirmation: "Yes, you said it."

"..." Butler Feng rolled down the window disguisingly and explained to Gu Ci, "Xiao Ci, Uncle Feng didn't mean that. What Uncle Feng wanted to say is, don't forget the young master."

"You'll know in the future. Although the young master looks mature, he's actually just a junior high school student. It's actually very lonely to pretend to be cool."

In order to help Gu Ci and Huo Wenyuan get along well in the future, Butler Feng gave a suggestion: "The young master is actually the same as his father. He is the hardest-mouthed but softest-hearted. In the future, you should just understand the young master's words in reverse."

Gu Ci raised his head in surprise after hearing this, his beautiful eyes full of sympathy.

The young master is so pitiful.

He made up his mind and asked: "Uncle Feng, can I visit the young master?"