He could only hold the table with both hands while running his brain at high speed.

After trying to find a relatively safe solution after he stood firm.

Alas! There is!

The reason is right in front of you!

Chen Du silently praised the clever self, turned his head and smiled at Yu Fengqing's place: "Sorry, classmate, I'm afraid I'm the only special person in this class can't go to this party."

"But don't get me wrong. It's not that I'm not sociable, nor that I don't want to have a good relationship with my classmates."

"It's really my personal reason. If you have to say what the reason is, it's probably because I'm too stupid."

"Look at my poor professional course score. If it weren't for me who had just passed the line and had to transfer to our class, I really couldn't get into our Class 12."

"It's because of this that after the high school entrance examination, I spent all my summer tutoring at home."

"My parents hired a personal trainer and worked overtime every night to teach."

"In addition to painting, I also have to continue to do my homework."

"Because I am a science-oriented person, but our art colleges are a liberal arts-oriented."

"There are no ones that are political, historical, geography, mathematics, physics and chemistry."

"I also have tutoring for my cultural courses and art courses, but I can't take it down."

"I dare to go out for a party with you today. That's the tutoring session for two major classes."

"This let my parents know... It's a question whether I can stay in our Class 12 tomorrow."

"You don't want the newly elected class monitor and study committee member of the class to leave less than a day after taking office, and throw yourself into the arms of those nerds in key classes, right?"

"I hope my classmates will give me some understanding. I have pity for this unlucky guy who wants to catch both hands."

The sincere feelings of these words not only resonated with most people in the class, but also appropriately touched their own pain.

At this time, the freshness and complacentness of the new school were completely gone.

The head that calmed down again was crazy reminding them that who is not a baby who needs tutoring?

Classmate A here: "Oh my mom, the study committee member is indeed worthy of being a study committee member, and now he is starting to play the role of supervising learning."

"I forgot if he didn't say it. I still had two hours of piano contact from 7:30 to 9:30 in the evening. I'm about to get the tenth grade. I haven't mastered the skilled exercises F minor etudes (op.25 no.2) yet."

The classmate B on the other side also turned pale: "It's a tragedy! In winter, my mother signed up for me to have an international modern dance competition."

"The choreography at home is still the best club teacher in China."

"I'm still familiar with the dance steps."

"If my mother knew that I had delayed my practice because I went out to sing, I would probably not get the pocket money for this semester."

This sense of crisis is like contagious, and it spreads to the whole class from one class.

Except for those few sports students who had just practiced with the coach in the morning, they didn't feel anything, even Yu Fengqing, who was inviting guests to sing, shivered.

My grandfather, the stereotyped Chinese national painting master, had the greatest fun every night to comment on his latest practice of painting and calligraphy.

If they don’t do this homework today, their old man’s face...

Thinking of this, Yu Fengqing shivered again, then twitched the corners of his mouth in the eyes of everyone retreating, and smiled awkwardly: "How about we make an appointment in the future? What about three years of classmates, when will we sing a song not to sing?"

"Then the people in our art class have a chance at any time if they want to hold an event?"

Just a national focus of the art classes like No. 4 Middle School, which is particularly purposeful, isn’t it just that they are showing their faces?

Everyone agreed with this and handed the ladder to let Yu Feng slowly descend.

At this time, the whole class followed the deep, carrying schoolbags, pulling stools, and smiling in a fascinating way, leaving the new classroom with a slightly awkward feeling.

The weight in this schoolbag is really quite good.

The newly published textbook today is brand new, and I need to go home and write my name and deal with it.

You can’t just throw it at the school at will on the first day of school. You should still be corrected by some of the necessary attitudes.

Thinking about his future study and life, and watching the students around him leave, Chen Du’s speed inexplicably accelerated a little.

Huh, it's so dangerous.

It was another day to pass the test safely with your wit.

What does that mysterious power mean?

Don’t you think he will mess with these arts?

Let him go home early to review his homework?

Just when Chen Du was puzzled, he looked up and found that he had already walked to the bicycle shed on the playground behind No. 4 Middle School.

The area of ​​high school class...

Chen Du mumbled in his mouth, and looked at the place where his father parked him, and saw a blue and white figure standing in front of his bicycle and looking around.

At this time, Chen Du suddenly realized... He forgot Ruan Rou.

But it's okay, because of that mysterious power, he successfully mixed up the gatherings in the class.

This resulted in the result of him leaving school on time, and then he met with Ruan Rou in the center of the bicycle shed within the specified time.

Thinking of this, I have more confidence.

He waved to Ruan Rou's place, took out the car keys and walked to the other party naturally, chatting while unlocking the lock: "How is it? Are new classmates easy to get along with in the new class?"

Speaking of Ruan Rou’s new class, this top student who came from the Affiliated High School of Beijing Normal University has to complain about it.

As an extradition candidate with a focus at the same level, Ruan Rou is an alien.

Because of the National People's Congress Affiliated, the Normal University Affiliated and the Fourth Middle School are in the same category, ranking in the top ten in the country and in the top three in Beijing.

The three schools compete for each other. Except for the fact that the National People's Congress has ranked first in recent years, these three schools are ranked in no particular way in the eyes of outsiders.

Eighty percent of those who can get into high school in the No. 4 Middle School will be admitted to junior high school.

Another 20% are top academic masters absorbed from some sub-key points.

As for those who come from the same level... there are not a few... few, most of them are moving, like Ruan Rou... there is no.

So, when Ruan Rou's deskmate asked her: Why did you get into the No. 4 Middle School? Do you think that the Affiliated High School of Beijing Normal University is just that, she felt that she could not tell the truth for the honor of her alma mater.
Chapter completed!