In September, school finally reopened.
Although China did not have a school uniform like Japan and Korea, they definitely had to wear a school uniform for the opening ceremony.
The freshmen also received their uniforms in advance.
Just as Fang Yang had said before, Sixth High's uniform was definitely the best in Jiang City.
The boy's school uniform was not very special in style. It was just a white shirt and black trousers. However, the fabric was of a higher count. Fang Yang could tell that it was considered a mid-grade item.
The girls 'school uniform was also a shirt with a slightly lower waist. The skirt on the lower part was not a plaid that could be seen everywhere, nor was it a cheap blue or a rustic dark blue pleated skirt. Instead, it was a pink mid-waist knee-length A-line skirt.
Very young girl.
Joanna looked like a perfect young lady in this outfit. Especially her legs, they were so white that it was dazzling. They were so smooth that it was as if she was wearing a layer of super silk stockings.
"Sister, you're so beautiful. When you go on stage to give a speech later, I reckon everyone in the auditorium won't be able to take their eyes off you.”
As Fang Yang was speaking, Joanna moved like a spatula and hit Fang Yang's head.
"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute.”
Joanna said with her eyes wide open.
"Ha, you're getting more and more familiar with your slang.”Fang Yang joked and changed the topic.
"This is also your fault. In order to prepare to speak, I practiced for several days.”
Joanna complained, her tone was like a little sister complaining.
After the previous incident, not only did the two of them not drift apart, but they had become much closer.
"You can't blame me. With my height, I'm afraid I can't reach the microphone.”
Fang Yang said. Of course, this was pure nonsense. The height of the microphone could be adjusted.
The reason why Fang Yang gave up the opportunity to speak on stage as the student representative and gave it to Joanna was purely because he did not want to go up and talk nonsense.
Do you think you can say whatever you want? Don't joke around. There are scripts for variety shows. Do you want to talk nonsense about a school speech? Dream on. The school had already set the rules for you. At most, it would only be slightly changed.
In the auditorium, after a few sound checks, there were two consecutive silences. The opening ceremony officially began.
Next was the leader's speech.
After the first leader finished speaking, Joanna went up on stage. In an instant, the students who were about to fall asleep below the stage became energetic, including the girls. They were all dumbfounded.
Unfortunately, Joanna only had one or two minutes.
Then, another school leader began to speak.
Finally, there was the principal's summary.
Fang Yang did not know how the others were doing, but he was asleep.
After the opening ceremony, the form teachers led the students back to their classrooms.
Fang Yang had attended Sixth High countless times, and he knew almost every teacher.
The homeroom teacher was no exception. However, Fang Yang had never skipped a grade in the past, so what he was seeing now was a younger version.
The class teacher, Ms. Hai, taught Chinese. Her surname was not Hai, but Wen. It was just that the students had given her the nickname Hai Mimi, praising her for her broad-mindedness.
Teacher Hai should have just become a homeroom teacher and was not even thirty years old yet. Her looks were at their peak. She was 30% without makeup and 40% with makeup. If you have a broad mind, 50% is no problem, 60% can be expected.
Fang Yang's scoring criteria was three points for not ugly, four points for proper appearance, five points for pretty, six points for pleasing to the eye, seven points for beauty, eight points for standing up, nine points for Joanna, and ten points for unique skills.
"It's alright. My eyes won't suffer for the next three years.”
Fang Yang thought to himself.
He had no choice. Fang Yang had promised Daisy that he would not be able to skip classes all day from junior high.
After Teacher Hai gave a few simple words, he let the students introduce themselves.
Although it was a self-introduction, the main purpose was for the form teacher to recognize the faces of the students in the class.
Fang Yang's student number was number one. He was the first to go on stage. As usual, he was a male with the surname Fang Yang. He would be nine years old next month.
The moment the word 'nine-year-old' came out of his mouth, there was an uproar. It was not that they were making a fuss, but they had really never seen such a thing before. It was not impossible for a nine-year-old to go to junior high school.
However, the problem was that this was No. 1 of Sixth High School's Class One, which meant that he was the first in the school.
Some of the people present had heard that this year's first place was a child, but most of them did not know about this. They had thought that Joanna, who had gone on stage to give a speech, was the first place. However, that was not the case.
How could a nine-year-old get first place in such a difficult entrance exam?
This was too strong.
Fang Yang did not take the students 'surprised expressions seriously. To be honest, he was already used to the professor showing a shocked expression when facing him. A group of children showing such an expression was simply like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. It was a natural law.
After Fang Yang, it was Joanna, who was in second place, who started the show in fluent Chinese. His mother was American, and his father was Chinese. He was six years old and twelve years old. His hobby was painting. She liked literature. His English was average.
Joanna's English was not that good. She was not Bridget. Her English was very good.
Fang Yang had taught her to say this. The reason was that if she did not say this, not only would the students ask her questions, but even the English teacher would habitually call her up to answer them.
Joanna, who never liked trouble, did not hesitate to listen to Fang Yang's instructions and especially added this one.
A lesson was over just like that.
After class, Fang Yang walked over to Teacher Hai.
"Hai, oh, I mean hi, teacher, can you change my seat? I want to sit with Joanna.”
Fang Yang said.
"Why?"
Teacher Hai asked.
I have to be the flower's guardian. How can I not sit together? Fang Yang thought to himself, but he naturally said something else." Teacher, don't you know? My younger brother. I'm only nine years old this year. I'm very afraid of strangers. If we sit together, my sister can take care of me too, don't you think so?”
"Yes, you're right."
Hai Mimi replied subconsciously.
"Sure, thank you, teacher."
Fang Yang quickly thanked him and ran off without a trace.
A moment later, Teacher Hai suddenly recalled something. If he was really afraid of strangers, why would he take the initiative to talk to Teacher? Besides, even if she was really afraid of strangers, it should be Joanna who brought it up.
It was obvious that he had been played by this little brat.
However, he couldn't go back on his words.
If she went back on her words, she would not be able to explain herself if this little brat started to make a fuss.
"Sigh, kids these days are really getting more and more cunning. He's only nine years old.”
Teacher Hai sighed and accepted the loss.
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