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"My name is Anxin. Everyone, please search (Pinshu ¥net) to see the complete list! My novels! "
"However, you can just call me Steamed Bun ~"
After the last two sentences of self-introduction, the students of Class 7 below the podium immediately gave an incomparably warm welcome applause, among which many of the male students even excitedly whistled.
Their first impression of An Xin was too good!
She was beautiful, and in terms of appearance, she was not inferior to their beautiful class monitor, Ren Rou and TangTang. In fact, she was even more outstanding.
She also had a good temperament. This kind of beautiful and cute girl who was full of vitality from head to toe and had a generous and outgoing personality was definitely the perfect partner in the eyes of men!
However, amidst the applause and whistles, Ouyang, Yang Fan, Ren Rou, and Tang Tang noticed the small detail An Xin mentioned at the end of her self-introduction.
Steamed bun.
Bun, bun?
Wait!
In an instant, the four members of the esports club couldn't help but widen their eyes in shock. They looked at the smiling Anxin on the podium with a look of disbelief. An unbelievable thought flashed through their minds at the same time.
It couldn't be... that "steamed bun", right!?
Ren Rou couldn't help but try to recall the picture of Lin Feng she had seen before. She racked her brains.
Something didn't seem right.
Didn't that 'Steamed Bun' have two ponytails and black-rimmed glasses?
Tang Bingyao, on the other hand, looked at An Xin on the podium with a serious expression. She pursed her lips and her eyes sparkled. No one knew what she was thinking.
…
From the very beginning, Lin Feng's brain had crashed.
When the homeroom teacher went up to the podium and announced that there would be a transfer student coming today, he didn't care at all. He continued to bury his head in his little notebook and didn't even raise his head when the students around him began to exclaim in low voices.
Until —
That was until that incomparably familiar smiling voice sounded from the podium.
Lin Feng suddenly raised his head.
Lin Feng's eyes were wide open as he stared blankly at the familiar girl on the podium. He almost thought that he was hallucinating.
He rubbed his eyes hard and looked again.
The girl seemed to be well-behaved as she stood on the podium with her hands clasped behind her back. There was a faint smile on her face, and her entire body exuded a bright and youthful aura.
At this moment, even Lin Feng, who had recently been completely immersed in the state of fighting with his life on the line, couldn't help but be forcibly dragged out of that state.
Lin Feng was stupefied and stupefied.
Although the appearance and attire of the girl on the podium were very different from what he remembered, he still recognized her at a glance.
Steamed bun!?
"An Xin, you can take a seat first …"
The homeroom teacher glanced at the seats in the classroom and pointed at the last row of seats in the first group.
"Let's sit there first."
As the homeroom teacher spoke, he paused for a moment and added,
"It's only temporary. There's no other space available now. I'll help you adjust it later."
An Xin looked in the direction the teacher was pointing. Her eyes swept over the back row of the second group, which was next to the first group. Her eyes lingered on Lin Feng's face for a moment, and a faint smile appeared on her face.
"It's alright, Teacher. That seat is pretty good too."
… …
Under the watchful eyes of the entire class, An Xin walked gracefully to the last row of the first group. She placed her bag on a seat against the wall and sat down in front of a desk by the aisle.
Coincidentally, she was only one aisle away from Lin Feng, who was sitting in the last row of the second group.
Lin Feng's eyes widened as he watched An Xin leisurely walk down from the podium and take a seat on the other side of the aisle. After a long while, An Xin finally managed to speak.
"Steamed bun?"
An Xin tilted her head to the side and looked at Lin Feng's face. Her big, round eyes were filled with a smile as she said, "You're right.
"Oh, long time no see."
Accompanied by a crisp and melodious bell, the first English class of the morning began.
The English teacher of the English class was the type that was meticulous and strict in class. Therefore, the students of Class 7 didn't dare to be absent-minded. They all sat properly and attentively listened to the teacher.
Only Lin Feng was busy scribbling away at his desk. He tore off a small piece of paper from his notebook and tossed it to An Xin's desk on the other side of the aisle.
[Why did you transfer here?!]
An Xin opened the paper and glanced at it. She quickly wrote a reply, folded the paper, and tossed it back.
[You can transfer, so why can't I?]
Her handwriting was elegant and beautiful.
However, her words were filled with mischievousness.
Lin Feng scratched his head and continued to write on the paper.
[So where are you going to live?]
He tossed the paper over. Someone quickly wrote a reply and tossed it back.
[My parents are here too. I'm staying at my house in Shanghai.]
Lin Feng was dumbfounded.
[Uncle and Auntie are here too?]
An Xin: [Yeah. What? You're not happy that I'm here? I heard you're still living with a beautiful streamer. Hmph, it must be nice, right?]
When Lin Feng read the last sentence on the note, he couldn't help but scratch his hair again. He turned his head to look at An Xin, who was sitting on the other side of the aisle. She stuck her tongue out at him and made a face at him. Still not satisfied, she wrinkled her nose and looked at him with disdain.
The English class was still going on.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng and An Xin were secretly passing notes to each other.
[Hey, how do you feel?]
[Huh? What do you mean?]
[My new hairstyle, you idiot!]
[Oh … Weren't you like this before?]
[Idiot! I had two ponytails! Now I'm letting my hair down! I'm wearing contact lenses!]
[Oh, I see. Alright.]
[You idiot! You're playing the lute to a cow! By the way, I saw you writing something on the podium just now. What were you doing?]
[Oh … Nothing.]
He tossed the last note to An Xin. She looked at Lin Feng's reply and raised her eyebrows. She tilted her head to look at Lin Feng and mouthed something to him: "You're a good girl.
"Liar. Liar. "
… …
As soon as the first period of English class ended, the members of Class 7's esports team gathered around them.
Ren Rou looked An Xin up and down and exclaimed in surprise.
"Ah, An Xin, you're Steamed Bun!"
"Lin Feng's childhood sweetheart. We've seen your picture for a long time. But now we finally get to see you in person!"
An Xin looked surprised. "My picture?"
Ouyang Yang, who was sitting next to Lin Feng, opened Lin Feng's stationery case and handed it to An Xin.
"That's right! That's it! It's you, right? "
An Xin took the photo and couldn't help but laugh. "Oh yeah, I think I was in the third year of middle school back then."
Ouyang commented, "But Beauty An, you were wearing a pair of ponytails and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. We almost didn't recognize you earlier ~"
Ren Rou chimed in, "But An Xin, you look even better with your hair down!"
An Xin's eyes turned into crescents.
"Thanks for the compliment."
Ren Rou shook her head. "It's not a compliment. I'm just telling the truth. You don't know, An Xin, but when Ouyang and the others saw your profile, they were all envious of Lin Feng. They even said how great it would be if they had a childhood sweetheart like you."
Ouyang pointed at himself and said, "Yeah, yeah! Hi, An Xin! I'm Ouyang Lin's deskmate!"
Following that, everyone introduced themselves to each other.
When it was Tang Bingyao's turn, she shook An Xin's hand.
"Tang Bingyao, just call me Tang Tang."
An Xin held Tang Bingyao's hand and looked Tang Tang up and down. She smiled and said, "You're so pretty, Tang Tang!"
Tang Bingyao shook her head.
"You're prettier, An Xin."
Lin Feng looked left and right and interrupted at an inopportune moment to comment, "You're right, you're right.
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