Chapter 4: Rocket Class

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A middle-aged woman in a suit, although her face was soft, but there was a little bit of cover between the two curved eyebrows, she walked into the classroom and said softly to An Wen: "You are An Wen, you are a Rocket Class since today , I'll help you get the book. "
As she said, she came to pick up a pile of books on the table for An Wen.
"I'm here to help you too!" Said the boy sitting behind An Wen suddenly, stooping to pick up another pile of books
The beauty transfer student who never said a word in the special class smiled gently at the boy and said softly, "Thank you!"
"No need ..." said the boy shyly, shaking his hand holding the book.
When An Wen and others walked into the Rocket Class, the school bulls who almost kept their heads down looked up, and under their watch An Wen's things were placed in the last position of the third group, and they were not at the same table.
"You are the newcomer, sit here first, and there will be six months to go to the monthly exam. When the time comes, you will choose the place according to your grades." Rocket Class teacher said.
"Okay, thank you teacher." An Wen nodded.
The head teacher then left the classroom.
Things moved over, and An Wen sat down to tidy up despite the surrounding gaze, and after finishing tidying up, took out the Chinese according to today's timetable on the blackboard.
Taking a breath, An Wen smiled in his eyes.
An Wen, come on!
The girl with the ponytail on the front table suddenly stooped down to pick up something, and then turned her head, Qi Liuhai Baijing's face with goodwill, handed her a pen and said, "Your pen."
An Wen took the pen and said slightly, "Thank you!"
The girl looked flattered and waved her hand to An Wen: "No need to thank you, my name is Zeng Xiuman, how beautiful you are."
An Wen smiled and said: "March Taoliang, April Xiuman, your name is very nice."
"Yeah!" An Wen's words caused Zeng Xiuman's commendation, and she said again: "As soon as they heard my name, they were vulgar, and it was obvious that they had no culture."
An Wen smiled when he heard it, and turned down to whisper the document.
Zeng Xiuman felt that An Wen was not as high as the rumors. People who were kind and could not help but want to say more to her.
"An Wen, look at the first in our group and the first in the fourth group!"
An Wen listened and looked forward. The first row of the third group was a girl with short hair, and the first one in the fourth group was a boy. He turned his back to the back and was doing exercises.
"What's wrong?" An Wen asked.
"I used to be in a high school with them. When they were two junior high schools, they were the two gods of our school. The top of the red list is the battlefield of the two of them! Of course, now you are killed!" The classroom was quiet, Zeng Xiuman said in a low voice : "Last time you were 10 points higher than Wu Yufei. They worked very hard this month. Wouldn't you be able to take leave for so long?"
"Thank you for reminding me that I never delay learning at home." An Wen said.
The Rocket class is different from the other classes. They shoulder the expectations of their parents and school. After looking at the beautiful girls for a few more times, they return their thoughts to the textbooks.
Near the monthly exam, none of the people who took the Rocket class left their seats.
In this way, An Wen sat quietly on the chair and received the original owner's message, flipping through the books to consolidate the knowledge in his mind. At lunch, Zeng Xiuman invited her to join her, and An Wen agreed.
This group of them has been watched by the school people.
After school in the afternoon, An Wen drove back to the villa and saw a Bentley driving inside at the door.
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