Jiang Xiaoman still didn’t know what she was about to face.
“Classmates, the transfer student will be here in a while, everyone, keep quiet and warm welcome.” Jiang Xiaoman’s class is an excellent class, the head teacher is particularly motivated, and is seriously inconsistent with his age, and he is a fashionable little old man.
Standing on the podium, he strongly appealed: “Everyone should be friendly and enthusiastic to the new students, and let him feel the spiritual core of our Qiming people.”
Squaw, applaud, applause warmly.
Although people have curiosity, curiosity is limited. Just a week after school started, everyone in a class couldn’t fully recognize that this sudden transfer student failed to attract their attention. Qiming’s school tyrants are very worry-free. After the class leader left, they consciously opened the textbook and read the morning reading, and a minute was not wasted.
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Little One Tears the Villain's Script
Humor**NOT MINE. FOR READING OFFLINE PURPOSES ONLY*** Jiang Xiaoman was bound to a system when she was three years old. The system told her that she was the lost daughter of a wealthy family assigned to play the cannon fodder in this script. The fake dau...