Cold and charming school grass spoils the good girl

Chapter 1: Minghan High School

After entering the school gate, a huge fountain first came into sight.

Crystal beads of water gushed out continuously, like a clear and bright crystal bead curtain. This sculpture of a girl with beautiful facial features stands in the spring. The facial features are exquisite. Whether it is the face or the clothes are portrayed very delicate and lifelike. And surrounded by that clear pool water, she added a pure beauty that did not belong to the world.

She held a baby in her arms, which was shaped like a small mermaid. She was sleeping sweetly with her little finger in the girl's arms.

The whole school is extremely quiet, not as noisy as I imagined, and I can't see half of the people who come to class here.

I only heard the sound of the morning wind blowing the leaves and the drops of water falling into the pool. As you can see from the outside, the high wall locks the dead silence in the city. But this silence shows the extraordinary beauty of the campus more thoroughly.

The traffic outside and the green trees in the courtyard make me infatuated like two worlds.

I carefully walked through the shady path tightly wrapped by vines. The ground was covered with pebbles of different sizes, which looked so clean and comfortable that people couldn't help but want to step on it barefoot.

"Bang bell..." Big Ben in the school made a loud voice, which woke me up, who was still in this beautiful scenery, and then hurriedly stopped this already restless heart.

"It's 8 o'clock. We have to report to the school office quickly." I began to think like obsessive-compulsive disorder. Will I leave the impression that I will be late on the first day?

According to my mother's introduction, and the student manual that has been in my hands but has not been interested in reading, I finally found the teaching building, Class 4 [Haiyuan] of the second year of high school.

What is Haiyuan? Is it a landmark building? Although there are many questions in my heart, now there is this American time that makes me think about this.

Hey, it's actually the third floor. How can I get up?

It's not just my careless mother, but it seems that I have forgotten the most deadly point since I left the house. That's how my mobility is difficult to climb up this floor comparable to the Red Army's Long March.

Just as I looked around for an elevator, a burst of rapid footsteps and a majestic shout came into my ears.

"Excuse me, could you please make way for the person in front of you? I'm going to be late!"

The sound is getting closer and closer, as if the source of the sound is about to break through the obstacles and appear in front of me. I was about to turn the wheelchair to see it, but I felt that the center of gravity was unstable, and then it felt like taking off...

"B..."

I was scraped to the ground by a man and a car. Because I didn't feel anything about my lower limbs at all, I only felt a pain in my arms and ribs.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, but didn't I just call you to get out of the way?" The running teenager saw that I fell to the ground and couldn't get up, so he hurried to help me. Don't forget to teach me why I didn't listen to him and avoid it quickly.

I cooperated with his clumsy hand without saying a word and struggled to get back into the wheelchair.

"Eh, are you all right? Which class are you from? Look at your school uniform, Haiyuan's. His voice was clear and clear, and he looked at me up and down as he spoke.

"It's okay, thank you."

"I bumped into you. Why did you thank me instead? But it's okay. See you in our class later. I advise you to hurry up. You'll be late soon."

With that, he turned around and wanted to run. Fortunately, I was quickly grabbed by a thriller. Wait a minute..."

Of course, I also know that I will be late, but the most important question now is how to go upstairs. In this huge campus, I finally caught a living person, how can I let him go? Never mind.

"What are you doing?" He shook off my hand a little unhappily.

"Well, what is Haiyuan? I just arrived at Minghan today. In addition to this, there is one more thing I want to trouble you. Can you help me go up? I accompanied my smiling face, and then pointed down to my legs with a little embarrassment.

He looked at me and suddenly realized that I had been sitting in a wheelchair.

And for the first time, I looked at his face so positively.

"You, are you a woman?" I covered my mouth in surprise and almost didn't shout out.

It turns out that this person I mistakenly thought was a teenager is a real girl with short ears. The school uniform is simple and casual, and the face is clean. If you don't look carefully, you can't distinguish it.

"Hey, I'm used to being a boy. Well, my name is Yuan Meng, and I'm a high school Erhaiyuan like you.

She looked at her watch, as if she knew that she could not escape being late, so she simply introduced herself to me. Then he began to push me upstairs.

"I'm sorry, I was in a hurry just now. I didn't even notice that your body was like this. I'm really sorry to knock you down. Do you feel any pain or discomfort? Do you want me to take you to the infirmary? She pushed me forward cautiously.

"It's really okay." I patted my arms and legs and said.

"Did you just ask Haiyuan?"

"Hmm."

"In fact, this school is divided into two categories, Haiyuan and Huawu. It is said that the school director was founded to commemorate the two people who left him. Haiyuan's students are free and casual. If their personality is good, it is free and easy. If it is bad, it is bad. There are always some problematic children. With that, she scratched her head, as if she were one of the problems.

I smiled and understood what she meant, and then listened to her continue.

Haiyuan is relatively loose in teaching and management, while the flower dance is the opposite. Most of them are art students and excellent students with excellent character and learning. I think it's more appropriate for you to go to the flower dance. You are weak. Yuan Meng looked at me from time to time, and then talked endlessly, like an unstoppable chat box.

She talked to me a lot along the way, and the time passed faster than before until she sent me to the third floor.

"I'll just go to the Academic Affairs Office by myself. You go first."

"Well, I'll see you in Star Garden after class." With that, the girl ran away again with a gust of wind.

I went to the Academic Affairs Office alone and looked into the rows of windows thoughtfully. There are neat rows of tables and chairs in the classroom, as well as those students with different faces. Everything is so fresh and strange to me.

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"Xia Luolin, 17 years old, congenitally adheres to her legs and has been separated by surgery, right?" A middle-aged man with glasses looked at my resume and read it one by one.

I didn't say anything, and he didn't give me a chance to speak. He just asked me to fill in the form and verify the information.

I hate this feeling, as if it has been completely transparent.

"Haiyuan - Class 4 of Senior Two. This is your student ID card. Although you are divided into Haiyuan, please pay attention to the school rules and don't be late in the future. We will not treat you specially because of your special circumstances, and the school is also responsible for every student.

He gave me something like a credit card. There was no photo on it, but my name was printed on it - Xia Luolin.

"I'm sorry I'm late." I hurriedly opened the door of the classroom. The teacher was stunned on the podium and seemed to have never expected such a scene. For a moment, I didn't know how to react.

And the students in the whole class were not too surprised by the sudden appearance. It was still the chat that should be chatted, and the one who should play with the mobile phone was completely out of order.

"Oh, the new Xia Luolin, come in." The teacher was stupid and stunned for a long time before he patted his head and remembered me.

I nodded with a smile and thought, as Yuan Meng said, not only the students here, but also the teachers seem to be careless.

"Xia Luolin, I am the head teacher of Class 4, Chen Siyu, and I will be responsible for your major courses for the next semester."

The teacher finished the slightly stiff and enough official self-introduction with a smile on his face. Push me to the center of the podium and let me introduce myself.

"Hope, everyone. My name is Xia Luolin. I hope to have a happy high school with my classmates."

I can't speak well. After all, the only people I contact with are my parents and relatives. A few simple words are enough. But these official introductions were filtered out like air by everyone present.

"Go to your seat according to the number on the student card." Seeing that the atmosphere was too quiet, the director had to cough a few times, and then patted my hands representatively and sent me to find my seat.

A-25, according to what she said, I quickly found the position that belonged to me, the penultimate row.

Looking at the remote position, I thought, isn't it all tall people sitting in the back? There is no need to sit so far according to my height.

Moreover, the tables and chairs in the classroom are sloping, which is obviously inconvenient for me.

"Teacher, it's not convenient for me to get up. Can I change to a seat in front of me?" I stared at an empty seat in the front row and looked at the teacher and said.

"Well, that's right." The teacher looked at me, nodded in agreement, and thought for a moment.

"Well, there is already someone in that position. Anran, go to the back and give up your seat to Xia Luolin. After pondering for a moment, the director quickly made a decision and arranged the girl next to the empty seat to the A-25 behind and exchanged with me.

Before I could thank her, the girl suddenly got up and shouted sharply.

"Why do you want me to change with her? Ming Han never sits according to the number. It's her own problem that she is sick. If she doesn't have such a good body, don't drill her head into the school."

In the originally quiet classroom, after the harsh and sharp voice of the girl named Anan came out, she became more silent. If a needle falls off at this moment, you should be able to hear it clearly.

Anan stood in his seat proudly, and everyone present also threw their eyes at me.