Ning Xixi, who was lying on the desk drowsy, suddenly raised her head.
Surprise and joy appeared in her eyes.
Cheng Youran!
Her best friend in Middle School No. 47!
"I come from Middle School No. 47, and I hope to get along well with everyone in my future studies and life." After speaking, Cheng Youran smiled with her eyes curved.
The expected warm welcome did not occur; everyone just gave her a cold glance.
"Huh, from Middle School No. 47."
"Can anyone join Class S now?"
"Oh gosh, aren't her shoes those $50 street stall goods?"
Hearing those comments, Cheng Youran's face turned red with embarrassment, and she awkwardly tucked her feet back.
Shi Nianchu furrowed his brows: "Go sit next to Ning Xixi."
"Okay." Cheng Youran lowered her head and sat to the right of Ning Xixi.
"Everyone, get ready for class, the first subject is Chinese." After speaking, Shi Nianchu stepped away.
