"Zhengkun, this is my niece, Bai Qianmo. She will be attending school from now on, so please bear with her, my old friend," Xu Hualan said with a smile.
"Old classmate, why are you being so polite with me?"
After chatting for a while, Xu Hualan mentioned that Bai Qianmo was currently filming on set and wanted to ask which class would be most suitable for her to be assigned to.
"Are you preparing to apply to the acting department?"
Xu Hualan smiled and looked at Bai Qianmo: "Qianmo, which school do you want to apply to?"
Which school should I apply to?
Bai Qianmo squinted and thought for a while: "B-movie, I guess."
Guo Zhengkun: "..."
Xu Hualan: "..."
Guo Zhengkun gave Bai Qianmo a scrutinizing look.
Beijing Film Academy is the best film academy in the country. Although this young lady has a good appearance, Beijing Film Academy has very strict requirements for academic level. This year, the minimum score for academic admission is 550.
Guo Zhengkun couldn't help but feel a little contemptuous. This little girl was ignorant of her own limitations and was really delusional and overestimating herself.
Xu Hualan's smile froze slightly, but she smiled back with relief after a moment.
"Having this goal will give you the motivation to learn, and I believe you can do it."
Hearing Xu Hualan's words of encouragement, Bai Qianmo felt a warmth in her heart.
She knew very well that her claim of wanting to take the B-level film exam was nothing short of a pipe dream in the eyes of others.
Xu Hualan not only didn't make fun of her, but also encouraged her.
Sigh, why is it always someone else's mom?
Guo Zhengkun pondered for a moment: "Then let's go to Class 4. Most of the students in this class are preparing for art school entrance exams, and their schedules are relatively flexible."
Every school has art students, and compared to regular students, art students do have much more freedom in terms of time.
Students like art and music students spend more than half of their time in art studios and dance studios.
Moreover, in the first half of their senior year, students also have to participate in various art exams, so they spend most of their time away from school.
After discussing it, Guo Zhengkun contacted Xing Zhenzhen, the homeroom teacher of Class 4.
When the other party arrived at the office, Guo Zhengkun introduced Bai Qianmo to him.
"Qianmo, this is your homeroom teacher, Ms. Xing. You can ask her for help if you encounter any problems in the future."
"Hello, Teacher Xing." Bai Qianmo greeted her politely.
Xing Zhenzhen's gaze lingered on Bai Qianmo's face for a while, and she was quite unhappy.
All twenty senior high school classes are currently battling for college entrance exam pass rates.
Who wouldn't want their class full of high-achieving students?
Principal Guo really thinks highly of her, stuffing all sorts of oddballs and freaks into her lap.
Although she was complaining in her heart, Xing Zhenzhen didn't show it in front of Principal Guo.
He gave Bai Qianmo a professional smile and said, "Bai Qianmo, right? Come with me, I'll take you to the classroom."
After saying goodbye to Xu Hualan, Bai Qianmo followed Xing Zhenzhen out of the principal's office.
"I heard you graduated from junior high school?" Xing Zhenzhen's smile faded, and she glanced at Bai Qianmo expressionlessly.
Bai Qianmo walked beside her, a step slower, and did not answer the question.
Xing Zhenzhen stopped and looked at Bai Qianmo coldly.
"You should know the situation at No. 1 High School well, right? Although most of the students in Class 4 are art students, their overall grades are still in the middle range of the senior class. I hope you won't let the class down."
After saying that, Xing Zhenzhen raised her wrist and glanced at the time.
"Let's go, there are still five minutes left in get out of class."
Bai Qianmo's indifferent gaze swept across the school's basketball court, and the corners of her lips curled slightly.
Not to hold them back?
That's so boring...
*
The two arrived outside the fourth classroom.
The bell rang just then.
Before the students could get up and run out, Xing Zhenzhen walked in first.
The moment Xing Zhenzhen appeared, the classroom fell completely silent.
The ruthless and heartless nun in Class 4 of Senior Three is no joke.
At the advanced age of thirty-six, she remains unmarried and is a well-known "leftover woman" in the area.
However, Xing Zhenzhen is different from Abbess Miejue in one respect: in Xing Zhenzhen's eyes, she can tolerate handsome men, but she cannot stand beautiful women.
She had dealt with almost all the pretty girls in the class, except for the school beauty Ye Mengyao.
The reason she didn't punish Ye Mengyao was simple: it wasn't that she didn't want to, but that she couldn't afford to offend Ye Mengyao's boyfriend.
Some classmates privately described her as: ruthless and cruel to women, and hating beauty like an enemy!
To put it bluntly, she can't stand pretty girls. I heard that her first boyfriend was seduced by a beautiful woman in just one hour.
Sure enough, behind every "Extinction Master" lies a story of being dumped by a scumbag.
Xing Zhenzhen's sharp gaze swept over everyone.
"Today, we have a new student auditing our class. She will be studying with you all. Let's give her a round of applause."
Sparse applause broke out, and all the students looked uninterested.
"Is our class a refugee camp? They even crammed an auditor into here."
"To put it bluntly, auditors are students who are too bad at studying, and other classes are unwilling to accept them."
"It's because our class is full of art students. We just had a transfer student recently, and now we have another auditor. I'm too embarrassed to say that I'm from Class 4, for fear of losing face."
The whispers below weren't loud, but Bai Qianmo outside the door could hear them clearly.
Xing Zhenzhen ignored the students' dissatisfaction. Not to mention the students, she herself was also burning with anger at the moment.
"Bai Qianmo, come in here!"
As Xing Zhenzhen's sharp gaze fell upon them, all the students in the class turned to look towards the door.
A figure in light blue stood out, carrying a backpack and with one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his school uniform, exuding an air of aloofness and coldness.
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