Perfect Pampered Marriage: Good Morning, Hubby

"Why did you come?" The tall girl in the last line glanced at her: "Fortunately, you haven't started counting, otherwise you will be dead!"

"I have something to leave school temporarily." She explained quickly, but the girl was not interested in listening to her explanation and turned her head directly.

She shrank and didn't feel angry in her heart. Anyway, from those people who saw her getting off the tricycle, she was doomed to be isolated, right? Although she really didn't understand, why a person's low birth would suffer from those who were born with a golden spoon in their eyes.

Doesn’t it mean that all people are created equal? Why can't she see this equality?

but……

She glanced at the direction when she came, and the girl who showed her the way was no longer there. She wondered how the other party knew which class she was in. She was anxious for a while, and she didn't even think about this problem. She just ran over here after thanking her.

However, that girl is very familiar, but she can't remember where she has seen it.

"Students, please be quiet." The school leader on the stage began to speak. She immediately stopped thinking and looked at the school leader intently.

On the other side, Mo Lemon walked slowly back to her team. She glanced at the phone screen for the last time, and a text message was reflected on it: "Tell the girl at the back door that her class is in the third class in the east. Two A strawberry tart."

Now, she has completed the task perfectly.

Oh ha ha ha...strawberry tart! Still two!

But...who is that girl who can actually notice her brother who has always been indifferent? Besides, why didn't my brother go and tell her in person? Strange, so strange!

However, she always thinks that girl is a bit familiar.

The school leaders tirelessly delivered speeches on the stage, and the voices underneath became louder and louder, and the class teachers walked from the front of the team to the team to maintain records. Teacher Bei also walked down from the front of the team, and she saw at a glance that Han Jinchu, who was not the tallest word, was ranked last in the team.

"Student Han Jinchu?" Teacher Bei asked.

She was taken aback. Did Teacher Bei know that she was late?

She straightened up quickly, and replied nervously, "Yes...I'm Han Jinchu."

Teacher Bei glanced at her up and down: "You will line up to the front in the future, otherwise the line will appear untidy. Forget it today, everyone has already lined up."

"Yes." She nodded quickly and let out a sigh of relief. It turned out that she didn't notice that she was late, but it was fine.

The opening ceremony finally ended in the characteristic voice of the dean of academic affairs.

"The students in the last row exit first, go east for the first grade, and go west for the second and third grade." The vice principal took the microphone on stage to preside over the exit order.

Behind, it looks like someone is staring at her?

Han Jinchu glanced in a certain direction subconsciously, but saw Mo Yichen standing at the front of the team, looking straight ahead of him without squinting. It's him... Is he so likely to see himself? Han Jinchu, are you dreaming again? !

"What are you doing in a daze? Go!" Teacher Bei urged, and Han Jinchu quickly recovered and followed the team in the previous class.

The end of the opening ceremony officially heralded the beginning of the new semester. Teachers in various subjects have also switched from self-introduction to the formal start of class. Let her spend this semester so peacefully. When the next semester, she still has no progress with Mo Yichen, Aunt Feng should give up. .

She will also try to find part-time jobs to subsidize the family.

Having made up her mind, she felt a lot easier.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, just as the teacher walked on the front foot, Teacher Bei walked in on the back foot.

"The next two classes are hobby classes. Everyone can go to the hobby classes of your choice now. Each hobby class has tools and materials. You only need people to go and you don't need to prepare anything."

"Ah! My dance class, I'm coming!" A girl exclaimed excitedly, and everyone walked out of the classroom in groups.

"You'd better talk less and do more, lest they target you again." Yang Ying said this and left.

She didn't even have time to say a word to Yang Ying.

But since Yang Ying said so, she should have a good impression of her, right?

She can live a lot better with only one person standing next to her... It's just that there is not even one person.

Sad, she is not qualified to be sad.

"Hello everyone, welcome to my hobby class. Another teacher will teach you painting every single day, and I will give you lessons on double days. Since you have chosen the painting class, I hope you can Go in with your heart. I am a student who likes to work best." Sherry, a female painter with long hair, said with a smile, but her smile was somewhat alienated, which seemed a little unapproachable.

"Ms. Sherry! Don't we learn to sketch?" someone raised his hand and asked.

Sherry raised an eyebrow and said indifferently: "On the form yesterday, you all ticked the "Sketch skills" column, so I won't teach sketching for now. Let's start with color. Do you have any comments? ""No..." The student who asked the question sat down weakly.

It is said that the artist has a weird character, it is true!

"If you don't have any comments, let's start the class. I will tell you the most basic color scheme first."

After a class, Sherry's face became more and more gloomy. She asked several color matching questions one after another, but only a few people remembered it.

At the beginning of the second class, Sherry said on the stage: “It seems that the color should be taken slowly. Let’s start sketching first. I hope you can remember more about the color scheme after class. You haven’t even remembered this yet. It’s impossible to learn colors well. Next, you guys will paint..."

After two interest classes, everyone complained.

"What kind of teacher is this! So strict! I really haven't heard that hobby classes have homework after school! And, the day after tomorrow, I have to spot check color matching problems! My God! Don't you know I have a bad memory?" Said irritably.

"Yeah... That Sherry teacher is really too harsh! Hope the teacher tomorrow will be better."

Everyone agreed, and only one person at the scene did not follow and nod.

"Han Jinchu! Are you still painting! What are you doing so hard?" A girl said in a strange tone when she noticed this.

Han Jinchu put down the pen. She deeply remembered what Yang Ying said to her: "Say less and do more". She had tried her best to keep quiet, but she didn't expect trouble or would come to her door.

"Sorry... I'm going home first." She put down the pen in the studio, took five sketch papers and walked out of the classroom.

Today’s homework for the interest class is to draw five human heads. Her home is not like other people’s homes. It is impossible to put a statue of a human head specially used as a model, so I can only draw one before I go home and follow it Zhang Hua continued to paint.

Fortunately, she has almost finished drawing one, otherwise, she really doesn't know what to do.

To prevent those people from catching up, she quickened her steps.

"Ah -" someone suddenly walked out of the corner, and she ran into it unexpectedly.