Teacher Jin was given the responsibility to bring An Xiulan to her class on her very first day of school. While walking to Class Ten (K), teacher Jin asked her a number of questions. For instance, where she had been studying before. Why did she decide to transfer to Jingyuan High school out of all the schools in the city? And many more.
“I have been studying in a school in the USA,” An Xiulan replied in a soft tone.
“If you were studying in Arica, why are your grades so low?” Teacher Jim asked. He was a blunt man and didn’t shy away from asking questions that a normal person wouldn’t typically ask. If not for his blunt and straightforward nature, would he even be able to handle Class Ten (K)?
The class was filled with tyrants and unruly students. All of them were students that ca from old or new money. Only two kinds of students could enter Jingyuan Highschool. One kind was the student who had to pass an entrance test. Seventy per cent of the students were admitted to the school after passing an extrely hard entrance exam. And another kind of student were those whose parents had to spend a lot of money on donations. Eighty per cent of the donation students were tossed in Class Ten (K).
An Xiulan looked at her feet, embarrassed. Original Xiulan’s English was better than her mandarin. Although she could speak Mandarin quite well, her writing wasn’t adequately developed. Since she had obtained all her knowledge and education from the mories of the original Xiulan, her hold on mandarin was limited like her.
All her subjects except for English were in Mandarin. She could solve maths question papers but she failed to solve them in mandarin.
[Note: In her school, even statents in maths are written in mandarin. She was confused as soone who had no knowledge of words was suddenly given class tenth question papers to solve.]
“My mandarin is weaker than my English,” An Xiulan said in a low voice. By ‘my’ she ant the original Xiulan’s..
“Ah, I can understand your problem now,” Teacher Jin had a complete understanding of her matter. “I will talk to your parents and assign you soone who can help you with the language.”
An Xiulan looked at him in gratitude. She stopped in her steps, much to his confusion and gave him a deep bow to express her overwhelming gratitude.
“Thank you, teacher Jin. An Xiulan will study hard and make you and my mom proud. Thank you so much.”
Teacher Jin cleared his throat, slightly embarrassed but too impressed by her attitude to say a word. He must save this good seedling from the polluted soil of class Ten (K).
Their class was located at the end of the corridor near the stairs leading to the third floor. As the bell rang, students ran to their respective classes. An Xiulan watched in amazent, students burying their heads in books.
As they walked further, they finally reached the notorious class of the Jingyuan High school.
“Study hard with fellow students. They respect a lot,” Teacher Jin said, fixing his tie as he entered the classroom with the new student.
“Good morning, class. How are you all doing?” Teacher Jim said as soon as he stood upon the podium.
However, the Class Ten (K) were extrely busy to notice the headteacher.
So were playing cricket with notebooks and crushed paper balls.
So were throwing broken chalk pieces at each other.
So of them were involved in pen fights.
So students like Qiao Wei were giggling to themselves, head buried on the desk.
Students like Song Ci were singing the latest K-pop songs at the top of their lungs, wearing headphones over their ears.
Teacher Jin sighed. Bending down, he pulled out the horn loudspeaker and announced. “Attention class Ten. Attention. Please welco new transfer student An Xiulan.”
The noisy class instantly cald down, not because the teacher had asked them to pay attention to him but because the most talked about personality had finally graced them with his *cough cough* her presence.
‘Oh f*ck !’ Song Ci muttered in her heart as she removed her headphones to look at the most adorable girl she had ever seen.
At this mont, she had decided that she was going to kick crazy Qian Wei and bring this adorable doll into her camp! No one can stop Song Ci from taking this girl as her sworn sister!
Everyone else exchanged looks with each other. This fragile girl couldn’t possibly run for another boss’s position! There was no way they were going to let this beautiful girl ever get bullied by anyone.
For the first ti in history, Class Ten(K) had a girl whose beauty and innocence could rival the top beauties of other sections of Class Ten.
Class Ten A’s Huo Mia who?
An Xiulan glanced at everyone in fear and nervousness. She was trembling under their scrutiny but was trying to be brave.
A lot of questions were running in her mind.
What if these students feel that she wasn’t good enough to study in their class? She was, after all, an imposter and illiterate person standing in the crowd of scholars. Tears clouded her vision but she stubbornly looked up to et their eyes. Slowly and slowly, she found their gazes welcoming and kind. At last, she offered them a dazzling smile, making their hearts go wild.
‘Such a deadly beauty!’ They shouted in their hearts.
”Everyone, please et An Xiulan. She is the new transfer student you all have been waiting to et. She has been new to the school and the city. Please be kind to her, “Teacher Jin said with a hesitant smile. He was afraid that this naive and simple girl would be bullied by this class of little gangsters.
The class burst into a round of applause. They began shouting welco again and again.
“Hello, I’m An Xiulan. It’s nice to et you all,” An Xiulan said, shyly. In the end, she bowed and added, “Please take care of .”
It wasn’t just her face that was adorable, even her voice was soft and crisp, so srizing to hear.
Teacher Jin showed An Xiulan her desk which was at the corner in the last row. Since she had the lowest marks in the entire class, she was naturally alloted the last desk, after all, the seating arrangent was made on the basis of marks in the monthly test. It changed after every month.
Song Ci was sitting at the last desk in the second row. She imdiately stretched her hand to show her friendly nature. “Hi, I’m Song Ci. I’m the leader of the Queen Bee band. I’m your friend from now on.”
An Xiulan blinked her big doe eyes at the tall girl whose hair was combed into two pigtails. Random hairpins decorate her head. Finally, a smile played on her delicate face as she took the latter’s hand.
“Okay.”
And this was how An Xiulan made her first friend in the school on her very first day.
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