lerbook Chapter 270 Computer Class
Chapter 270 Computer Class
Song Huan's gaze swept around the classroom once more.
The girls sat in the front row, huddled together in twos and threes. Some were looking at their phones, some were tidying up their military training uniforms, and some were staring blankly at their desks.
He counted again; it was still fourteen.
Didn't they say fifteen?
One is missing.
But it's normal for some people to be late for school registration, so he didn't think much of it.
Just then, Zhou Jin's phone rang.
Zhou Jin paused for a moment, took out his phone from his pocket, and glanced at the screen.
He looked up and glanced down at the crowd. "Next, everyone come up and introduce yourselves so that everyone can get to know each other."
After saying that, he took his phone and quickly walked out of the classroom, closing the door behind him.
His hushed voice drifted down the corridor, broken and indistinct, making it impossible to discern what he was saying.
The classroom was silent for a second, then erupted.
"Introduce yourself?"
"Do I have to introduce myself again?"
"From elementary school to high school, I introduced myself no less than fifty times..."
Everyone seemed both excited and nervous.
A brave girl stood up from the first row and walked onto the stage.
She was short, with a round face, a ponytail, and wore a pink T-shirt. She had two shallow dimples when she smiled.
"Hello everyone, my name is Lin Xiaolu, and I'm from Suzhou. I enjoy reading and listening to music, and I hope we can become good friends."
Her voice was soft, like a marshmallow.
She bowed, blushed, and ran downstairs.
The applause wasn't particularly enthusiastic, but it wasn't quiet either.
The boys were especially enthusiastic, with several clapping loudly.
The second girl went up, then the third, the fourth...
One by one, the girls went up on stage, and the boys' eyes shone like searchlights, and they all straightened their backs.
Zhang Yang and Liu Yu were no exception.
Each time someone goes up, the two of them get together to give their opinions, like two food critics scoring them.
"This one's alright, round face, quite cute." Zhang Yang looked at a girl on stage with her hair in a bun.
Liu Yu pushed up his glasses. "He's a bit short, I'd guess he's about 1.55 meters tall."
"So what if you're short? Being short is cute."
"Then you go ahead and do it."
"I......"
Zhang Yang hesitated and blushed.
Another one went up; he was thin, wore glasses, and was very polite.
Liu Yu glanced at it and said, "This one is too thin; a gust of wind could blow it away."
Zhang Yang nodded, "And with those glasses, he looks like the headmaster."
Another one went up; he had dark skin but very white teeth when he smiled.
Zhang Yang stroked his chin. "He has a pretty good smile."
Liu Yu shook his head. "You don't understand. This is healthy beauty, it doesn't suit you."
"Why is it unsuitable?"
"You're too fair-skinned; standing next to each other, we look like a black and white duo."
Zhang Yang looked down at his arms; they were indeed quite white.
He scratched his head and didn't refute it.
A few more people went up, and two of them chattered away for a long time, offering their opinions.
After looking around, they couldn't muster any interest in the girls in the class.
Zhang Yang leaned back in his chair, sighed, and said involuntarily, "The girls in our class, well... they're not bad-looking, it's just... how to put it..."
He carefully considered his words, "It's just not quite what I imagined."
Liu Yu nodded, his voice equally loud, "Yeah, compared to those senior students in the humanities department, they're nowhere near as good. When I passed by the School of Humanities yesterday when I registered, any one of them was better than our class... tsk."
He shook his head, not finishing his sentence, but the meaning was conveyed.
Zhang Yang immediately perked up, "Yes, yes, yes! You saw her too? Yesterday at the school gate, the one in the white dress, with long hair, walking past me, that aura, that feeling..."
He closed his eyes, looking completely captivated. "That's what a girl should be like."
Liu Yu pushed up his glasses. "She's a sophomore in the School of Humanities. You should give up."
"What's wrong with me thinking about it? Thinking about it isn't illegal."
"You've not broken any laws, but could you please speak a little quieter?"
Song Huan suddenly lowered her voice and said.
Zhang Yang and Liu Yu were taken aback. They looked up and found that most of the people in the classroom were looking at them.
The girls in the front row turned their heads away, their eyes not very friendly.
One of the girls glared at him like a knife.
She was sitting in the third row by the window, wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt.
His features were very defined, with thick, dark eyebrows, large, bright eyes, and slightly pursed lips. Sitting there, he resembled a drawn sword.
She doesn't have a gentle look; she has a striking, almost aggressive beauty.
Zhang Yang shrank back slightly under her gaze, about to say something.
Before the girl could even stand up, Song Huan spoke first.
He coughed softly, but in the quiet classroom, it was just enough for everyone to hear.
"No, I think all the girls in our class are really pretty."
He spoke these words with righteous indignation and full of vigor, as if he were making a vow.
The classroom fell silent for a moment.
On the boys' side, dozens of heads turned around in unison, their gazes fixed on Song Huan like searchlights.
Some people had their mouths open, while others had their eyes wide open.
Wait, buddy, you're already doing it?
The girls' eyes also turned towards them.
Some were surprised, some were curious, and some were embarrassed.
Immediately afterwards, a voice from the other side drifted over, warm and comforting like a spring breeze.
[Who is this person? They're quite the smooth talker.]
[He's quite clean-looking.]
I really want to hear him introduce himself.
[Good eye.]
Song Huan was overjoyed.
Great, this girl's favorability is maxed out, her votes are practically guaranteed.
Then, he heard another voice in his heart.
Like an ice cube falling into warm water, it's both cold and hard.
[What are you pretending for?]
Song Huan's smile froze on her face.
He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of that voice.
It was the same aggressive girl from before, staring straight at him.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
Her eyes were bright, but cold, like moonlight in winter.
Song Huan was stunned for a moment.
He didn't know when he had offended her.
He didn't even know her name.
After staring at each other for about two seconds, he was the first to look away, turning to the window and pretending to admire the scenery.
But he was thinking to himself.
What's wrong with this person?