School officially starts today.
At 7:50 a.m., the preparatory bell rang, and Wang Peng arrived at the classroom.
The small classroom was packed with people, one next to another, a dense mass of heads.
If we compare the classroom to a sunflower, then the students are like unripe sunflower seeds.
There are four desks on the right side of the second row. A chubby boy is sitting by the window, and there is an empty seat next to him.
The other two desks were empty, but there were pink backpacks and coats on them, so they were obviously taken.
When Wang Peng walked to the empty seat, the previously noisy classroom suddenly fell silent, and all the students stared at him.
Being watched by others doesn't feel good.
Wang Peng didn't care. He sat down next to Xiao Pang and took out his junior high school textbooks, placing them on the desk.
A sudden chorus of sighs erupted in the classroom. Wang Peng turned around to look behind him, feeling utterly bewildered.
"Hey kid, there are still empty seats in the back. You'd better find another seat," the fat guy whispered.
"Hi deskmate, my name is Wang Peng." He extended his hand. "Let's shake hands and get to know each other."
The chubby boy was taken aback. "So you're Wang Peng. My name is Dong Biao."
Dong Biao did not shake hands.
He glanced at Wang Peng's fake Playboy jacket and fake Apple jeans, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"You'd better change your seat; it will be better for you," Dong Biao reminded him again.
"Oh? What's in it for me?" Wang Peng became interested.
Dong Biao didn't say anything, but shook his genuine Playboy jacket worth five hundred yuan, opened his pencil case and took out a fancy fountain pen.
He saw Wang Peng take out a cheap, no-name fountain pen, and his disdain deepened.
A peasant is a peasant; if they can't afford designer brands, they buy counterfeit goods to pass themselves off as something they're not, trying to look rich when they're not.
Wang Peng took out his junior high school geometry textbook, pointed to a math problem, and said with a smile, "Could you please explain this problem to me, deskmate? Thanks!"
Dong Biao peeked out and saw that it was a geometry problem from the third year of junior high school. He immediately thought Wang Peng was talking nonsense.
"Are you kidding me? You were the top scorer in the high school entrance exam, and you can't even do such a simple question?" he said.
"I've been too busy during summer vacation and I forgot how to solve the problem. Can you help me out?" Wang Peng greeted him with a smile when he asked for a favor.
Dong Biao's eyes darted around, and he chuckled, "I heard you sell fried rice with eggs near the school gate. If you treat me to lunch, I'll tell you about it."
Wang Peng laughed, and from his tone, it seemed that no one else could solve this problem except him.
He wore a mask when he sold fried rice yesterday, mainly for hygiene reasons, but I didn't expect to be recognized so quickly.
Dong Biao glanced at Wang Peng's pen and laughed, "We're classmates, what's wrong with treating me to some fried rice?"
He shoved the fancy fountain pen into Wang Peng's face. "Have you ever seen one? It's a Hero brand 14K gold pen, two hundred yuan a piece. It was a high school gift my dad gave me."
With an arrogant expression on his face, it was as if he were saying, "I'm the son of a landlord, you should curry favor with me, and you'll get plenty of benefits in the future."
"You must be the legendary weirdo guy!" Wang Peng shook his head, too lazy to pay him any more attention.
A wonderful day begins with meeting his brainless deskmate, and he's considering whether to change seats.
At this moment, the noisy classroom quieted down again.
Li Mengjiao and Chen Xiaojing walked into the classroom hand in hand; they were the prettiest girls in the class.
"Wang Peng." Chen Xiaojing took out two lollipops from her pocket. "Thank you for treating me to fried rice yesterday."
Alpenliebe lollipops, the snack I dreamed of eating when I was a teenager in my past life.
"Xiao Jing, there's no need to be so polite between classmates." Wang Peng accepted the lollipop with a smile.
Two beautiful girls took their seats. Li Mengjiao sat next to Wang Peng, and Chen Xiaojing sat next to Li Mengjiao.
Wang Peng laughed. No wonder Dong Biao suggested he change seats; it turned out there were two pretty girls next to him.
"Does the chubby boy think I'm not worthy to sit at the same table as those two?" Wang Peng glanced at Dong Biao out of the corner of his eye.
"Mengjiao, my dad is Dong Wanjin, and he's a good business friend of Uncle Li," Dong Biao said shamelessly.
Li Mengjiao glanced at him, nodded slightly, and took a book out of her bag.
"Mengjiao, this is Dove chocolate that my mom asked me to give you." Dong Biao took out a box of chocolates from his desk and placed it on Li Mengjiao's desk, across Wang Peng.
"Dove is a famous American brand, it's delicious, you should try it." His chubby face was full of flattery.
Wang Peng smiled slightly; it turned out he was just a sycophant.
"I'm allergic to chocolate." Li Mengjiao tossed him the chocolate and continued reading.
Dong Biao blushed deeply, gave an embarrassed smile, and could only put the things back on the desk.
"Mengjiao, can you help me with this problem?" Wang Peng said with a smile. "I've forgotten how to do it after the summer vacation."
When Li Mengjiao saw the question, she looked puzzled. It was a classic problem about finding the area of a triangle.
She opened her schoolbag, took out some draft paper, and quietly explained the problem-solving approach to Wang Peng.
Wang Peng understood immediately after her explanation and smiled, "Thank you, please explain this to me again."
The two heads were close together, one explaining earnestly, the other listening attentively.
Dong Biao's eyes were filled with jealousy, and he quietly clenched his fist.
The school bell rang, and a young man walked into the classroom, stood on the podium, and looked at everyone.
He wore gold-rimmed glasses, was around thirty years old, neither fat nor thin, and gave off a gentle and refined impression.
"Hello students, I am your homeroom teacher, Chen Qingshu, and also your Chinese language teacher."
"I will be with you for the next three years of your high school life."
Snap snap snap...
A round of enthusiastic applause erupted.
Wang Peng was stunned. This was his cousin's husband from his previous life, his cousin Li Fang's future husband.
He picked up the chalk, turned around, and wrote his name on the blackboard: Chen Qingshu, not a single character was wrong.
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