Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

Burs Spalding Public High School.

"Ding-"

"Da! Da! Da! Da!"

Accompanied by the piercing ringing of the class bell, the sound of footsteps in high-heeled shoes came from far to near in an orderly manner from the corridor.

"Ding!"

Then at the last moment when the bell stopped, the owner of the high-heeled shoes stepped on the bell and stepped into the classroom. She walked to the middle of the penultimate row, flung her schoolbag to the empty seat behind her, and sat down on her seat .

The middle-aged teacher who was waiting for the class did not even raise his head, and the students around him were not surprised either.

This is a public high school, not a school, more like a warehouse filled with people.

"Okay, students, let's start class."

"The article I read today is Shakespeare's.."

"boring."

The girl in the high heels let out a disdainful hiss.

Shakespeare again, Shakespeare, an old guy who's been dead for ages, why should they care what he wrote?

Skillfully raised Erlang's legs, the tight-fitting short skirt did not leak a single bit.

Turning her head inadvertently, the girl suddenly found that there was a boy she didn't know diagonally behind her.

The two looked at each other, and he smiled at her.

"hehe."

The girl squeezed out a polite but not awkward smile.

Not bad, this guy who has never seen him before looks pretty handsome, with a feeling of a British guy, he might be a perverted murderer in a TV series.

Well.. but the killer is actually okay.

Because after another look, the girl found that he was really handsome.

But as an inspirational high school freshman girl who wants to succeed the bitch Jennifer in the third grade and become the new school belle and cheerleader, she said that she will cultivate the arrogance and reserve of the school belle from now on.

So even if this guy seemed to be able to make a move, she turned her head ruthlessly the next moment.

The smile is restrained.

The girl let go of her thoughts with a blank face. It's really strange. This semester is about to end, and yet there are still freshmen turning over.

………………

Second class.

Although it is a public high school, the curriculum is also very rich. Of course, whether you can understand it is a personal problem.

The girl chose the simplest and easiest courses to pass the exam, which naturally had the largest number of students.

She doesn't care about grades, she is not the group of nerds with glasses, she is someone who is going to be a big star, not the group of iron maidens who have never known what a man is like all their lives.

By the way, now that she is a freshman in high school, maybe she can solve the problem of the first time.

The guy she saw today felt pretty good, I hope it's not some silver wax gun head, she hopes her first time can be perfect.

Perhaps, you can find someone to try first. Betty's steel-toothed girl can serve as cannon fodder. With her appearance, it is estimated that she will never find a man in her life.

Asking her to test the waters, Gang Yamei will definitely make a profit.

If it's really a silver-like wax gun head, it's not good even if it looks handsome.

As for whether the other party will agree, that is not within the scope of consideration. The girl feels that she can definitely achieve her goal.

"Ding-"

Accompanied by the ringing of the bell, the girl stepped into the classroom again. She had just passed a semester and had just come to school, but she didn't even find a follower. After class, she didn't even have anyone to go to the toilet to help her carry her bag.

Jennifer that bloody little bitch!

Next semester, next semester, she will become the most dazzling girl in the whole school!

It's him again.

When she returned to the penultimate row in the middle, which belonged to her transposed seat, she noticed that the boy had also chosen this class, and she had never seen him before.

She can be sure that she has never seen this guy. With his appearance, if she has seen him, it is impossible for her not to have an impression.

Even with this guy's appearance, it is estimated that his information will fall into the hands of all the girls in the school the next day, especially that bitch Jenny.

That is to say, he transferred to another school on the first day today, and not many people know about it.

Well, well, his appearance may have to wait until the next day.

"Okay, students, let's start class."

"The content of today's study is that words are composed of..."

She raised Erlang's legs proficiently again, and she lifted her slender legs so high that they were almost lying on the desk.

Looking at the middle-aged woman on the podium who was giving a lecture, the girl shook her head disdainfully, word? There is something to learn from this thing.

Isn't this just talking? Could it be that there are still people in this classroom who can't speak, and even offer a special course.

Oh, yes, that poor boy named Lila can't talk, when who made the fool dumb.

The girl's gaze fell on a boy with disheveled hair on the far right side of the first row. The ridicule in her eyes made the latter feel stung and shuddered even if he was separated by a classroom.

………………

"Hi Bodine."

"Hi Lina."

"We opened a consultation room, in the toilet behind the school, do you want to come?"

"Boom!"

The girl carried milk bananas and some low-calorie food, and placed the plate heavily on a table.

There were already two girls sitting at the table. They looked like well-behaved high school girls, neither too ugly nor beautiful.

This is the girl's follower reserve.

Yes, there are many people rushing to be a follower.

Because as long as you become a cheerleader or a friend of the school girl, you can join the cheerleading team, and you can find a handsome boyfriend, maybe a quarterback.

Well, quarterbacks belong to captains, but think about it.

The current cheerleaders and school beauties are already in the third grade. They have their own fixed group and their own circle, and it is difficult for outsiders to squeeze in, let alone freshmen.

So they set their sights on the freshmen of the same period, which can be regarded as a kind of early investment.

Throwing the bag aside, the girl sat in her seat, but the moment she sat down, she saw a boy sitting alone on the opposite table.

Still that guy.

He smiled at her.

Squeezing out a smile, she quickly straightened her head, using the attendant sitting across from her as a shield to block the line of sight between the two.

What's the matter with this guy, he's haunting, everywhere he goes, is there such a small school in this school?

After eating two-thirds of the banana in one bite, the girl leaned back, put her arms around her arms, and glued herself to the back of the chair.

She wants to compete for the school belle, because she does have the capital, she is very beautiful, she has a good figure, and most importantly, she is full of temperament, and her every move is full of aura.

Even if it's simply leaning against the back of a canteen table chair.

The only downside is that she doesn't seem to be a good person by nature, that is to say, both boys and girls are very consistent.

bad girl.

"What happened to that transfer student?"

She raised her chin, and asked Reserve Servant No. 1 who was sitting opposite and was still eating French fries.

"What's his name, where is he from, and why did he not transfer until the end of the semester."

"Wait, there's no need to answer the last question, it's meaningless."

Reserve servant No. 1, who was eating French fries, was taken aback for a moment. She raised her head in confusion, and glanced at the proud girl sitting across from her.

"Transfer student, who?"

"It's the guy sitting behind you."

It was too late and then it was too fast, reserve servant No. 1 suddenly turned around, looked at it several times, and then turned around again.

The girl rolled her big eyes and slumped on the back of the chair.

Why is it that all the followers she meets are such idiots.

"Who are you talking about? Madison."

The girl, or rather Madison, was about to faint from anger now, such a big man turned around to look, but he still didn't see it.

"Are you going to make me repeat it a second time?"

"Transfer student! That transfer student!"

Madison lowered his voice and roared angrily.

Reserve Servant No. 1 still looked dazed, holding a French fries dipped in ketchup in his right hand. Madison looked at her, wishing she was holding a knife.

Let's see if she doesn't stab the idiot to death!

At this time, the reserve servant No. 2 next to him probably understood what was going on, she leaned over and said in a low voice.

"Are you talking about Shire, Madison?"

"That's right!"

"That's it."

"If the transfer student is called Shire, then I'm talking about him."

"but.."

Hearing what Madison said, the second voice of the reserve servant was weak.

"but what?"

"Charles is not a transfer student. He is our classmate. He was here when the school started. Why do you say he is a transfer student?"

"There are no transfer students today, and there are no transfer students this semester."