The person called Yan Shu adjusted his glasses.
He said nothing, and nodded quickly, as if he was a little timid.
Sang Wan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then Yangyang, you just sit here first. You might need to buy books and other things yourself. After school, I can accompany you to the bookstore to buy them."
Jiang Wuyang was stunned the moment he saw Yan Shu's appearance.
Fear surged in my heart, a chill swept through my body, and my face turned pale unconsciously.
His steps stopped, as if he was frozen in place by someone, unable to move.
This Yan Shu… was the one who killed her in her previous life! She wouldn’t mistake him. Even if his hairstyle changed and his bangs covered his eyes, she wouldn’t be able to fail to recognize him!
Seeing Jiang Wuyang standing there in a daze without any reaction, Sang Wan called out softly again.
Jiang Wuyang finally came to his senses, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead.
Suppressing the fear in his heart, he nodded, walked over to sit next to Yan Shu, keeping the farthest distance between them.
Yan Shu is sick! In a physical sense!
He was mentally ill! In his previous life, it was precisely because of this that he didn't receive any severe punishment after killing himself, only spending a few years in jail.
In this life, she must stay as far away from Yan Shu as possible! Maybe others only dare to talk nonsense, but Yan Shu, who is so paranoid and sick, really dares to do anything!
Not long after I sat down, the bell rang.
Coincidentally, this class is Chinese class.
The Chinese and math teachers for Class A of Arts and Science are the same, but the English teacher is different.
Therefore, when the Chinese teacher walked in, he saw the empty desk of Jiang Wuyang at a glance.
His sharp eyes fell on Jiang Wuyang: "Student Jiang, why are you here? Aren't you a liberal arts student? Where are your books?"
Before Jiang Wuyang could say anything, Sang Wan stood up.
He said calmly, "Teacher, Jiang Wuyang has passed the school's approval and has officially transferred to our science class."
"Teacher Xi asked me to bring her here first to help her adapt. I'll go buy her books this evening."
The Chinese teacher's name is Zeng Xin, a middle-aged woman in her forties.
Zeng Xin is more or less partial to children with good grades, and has always hated things like backdoor dealings.
She also didn't think that with Jiang Wuyang's grades, she could get into Class A of the Science Department. After all, girls' scientific thinking has always been relatively poor.
What's more, Jiang Wuyang's grades were not very good when she was in Class A of the liberal arts, so how could she be qualified to enter Class A of the science? Others might not know her background, but how could their teachers not know it?
I think it was only with the approval of her father, the school director, that she was able to transfer to another class.
But Sang Wan is different. This child has always had good and balanced academic performance and is the favorite of teachers in various subjects.
Therefore, when Zeng Xin saw his favorite student speaking for Jiang Wuyang, he felt a little annoyed.
"Alright! Stop making excuses for her. It's fine if you don't have books on math, physics, and chemistry, but what? Don't you even have Chinese, math, or English? Or did you not study Chinese, math, or English when you were in the liberal arts class?!"
Teacher Zeng's voice became much higher, and her speaking speed showed that she was very angry.
Sang Wan wanted to say something else.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Zeng Xin stopped him with a glare.
Jiang Wuyang was silent.
This is indeed her problem.
Her Chinese grades are not very good.
Zeng Xin had indeed never liked her, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with Zeng Xin.
Because she didn't just dislike her.
She hates everyone with poor grades equally, including Ruan Anan.
Seeing Jiang Wuyang's silence, Zeng Xin became even angrier.
"Go get it from the liberal arts class now, and come back when you get it!"
Jiang Wuyang could only nod, stand up, and resigned himself to going to the arts class to get it. He just didn't know who was teaching this class...
Sigh in my heart.
But just as he turned around and took a step, a lazy voice came from behind him.
"Teacher, please give my book to Jiang. I can't use it anyway."
Zeng Xin looked in the direction of the voice and became even angrier.
"Mu Ziye! How dare you say that? Just look at your Chinese score in this month's exam. It was only 100 points?! Do you know that the college entrance examination is..."
"It's like a huge army crossing a single-plank bridge. You've said this so many times, and you don't feel tired of it." Mu Ziye interrupted Zeng Xin.
"You!" Zeng Xin was so angry.
But the mood here hasn't calmed down yet.
Turning around, his favorite student whispered, "Teacher, this is not a big deal. How about lending my book to Jiang Wuyang for one class?"
After Sang Wan finished speaking, students kept saying, "Yes, teacher, it's not a good idea to disturb the liberal arts class A now. The teacher still has to teach."
"Teacher, we all have books, so we can share them."
One call and a hundred responses.
Zeng Xin's blood boiled, and she sneered, "Alright, alright, your class is really united! Let the class begin! Mu Ziye, stand at the back and listen to the class!"
The matter was just over, and Jiang Wuyang felt as if a warm current was injected into his heart, warming him from head to toe.
This was a feeling of being protected that she hadn't experienced in a long time.
Later, this was not the first time that Mu Ziye was punished.
He was originally sitting in the last row, but he stood aside as if he was familiar with the place, standing there like a door god.
Before leaving, he handed the book on the table to the person in front of him.
The person in front passed it forward again.
Until Jiang Wuyang was patted on the shoulder by the classmate behind him.
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