You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 913 Extra Story: The Transfer Student

In the No. 3 High School in Spring City.

It was September, and cicadas chirped noisily on the tree. The warm sunshine sprinkled on the desk through the glass.

It was the end of the class. The students of class nine in grade two were chatting happily or studying quietly in the classroom. A boy was bending over the desk in the last row.

The collar of his blue school uniform was turned up, his head resting on the stretched arm, and the other hand curled behind his head to block the light.

His face couldn't be seen clearly. One could only see his soft black short hair, faire wrist and slender fingers, and a conspicuous red bracelet tied to his wrist.

The red bracelet was worn. Some parts of it had faded and broken. It was just a broken thing that could be discarded, but the boy had been wearing it on his wrist. If one looked at it carefully, he would find a taut knot on the bracelet.

"Big news! Big news!" A boy rushed in from outside the classroom and his voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.

A classmate asked in a loud voice, "Reid Lin, what's that? Will we have a holiday tomorrow?"

"It's Monday today. How can you think of the holiday? You must be dreaming!" "There will be a transfer student in our class. I just came out of Giacomo Yang's office and those teachers were all talking about it," said Reid.

"Really?"

"A transfer student?"

"A boy or a girl?"

The class became noisy in an instant. The students who had focused on their homework also raised their heads, waiting for Reid's answer.

No. 3 High School was a key high school in Spring City. It was not easy to get into it. Even a rich person couldn't easily enter this school. Only people who had high marks could enter it.

In No. 3 High School, every student was treated equally. There was no key class or ordinary class there. Therefore, the student who ranked first and the last in the school were in the same class.

However, the student who ranked the last in No. 3 High School could work above average in other schools.

Everyone was talking about it and was curious about the new transfer student. Only one person was sleeping quietly on the table.

The noise made him frown unhappily. He pulled his collar and continued to sleep.

Shrugging, Reid said, "I don't know. I didn't see that transfer student."

"Humph!"

"Useless! You completely don't know the details of it."

"Well, next class is hosted by Giacomo. He will definitely bring the transfer student over. We will know then." Reid walked to the last row and sat next to the boy who had been sleeping.

"Sampson, did you hear that? There is a transfer student in our class."

Sampson ignored him. Reid continued to talk to himself as if he had been used to Sampson's silence. "I'm curious. It's the second semester. Why is there still someone transferred to our school?

Isn't it a waste of time?"

After the bell rang, Giacomo came with the transfer student.

The students in the front row curiously looked out of the door. Some were bending over the glass window and stretching their necks, seeing a girl beside Giacomo, their head teacher.

A boy exclaimed excitedly, "It's a girl!"

"The transfer student is a girl?"

Class nine was a science class. Boys were more than girls. Many people were very happy that a girl was transferred to their class.

They took a closer look.

The girl had a high ponytail, a few strands of her hair hanging on both sides of her forehead. She has a pair of black bright eyes, beautiful eyebrows, a delicate nose, and thin red lips.

She was wearing a school uniform, which made her look lovely. Judging from her appearance, she was a good girl.

She looked like a model in her school uniform.

The last person who looked extremely charming in school uniform was sleeping at the desk.

"Girl!" Reid was so excited that he hit Sampson by chance. Sampson raised his head slowly, opened his eyes and glanced at Reid impatiently.

"Sampson, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Reid immediately apologized and ran to the door out of curiosity.

Giacomo, the head teacher, was in his middle age. He was a little fat and wore black square glasses. His eyes were incredibly small, as if they would disappear when he showed a faint smile.

Although his eyes were small, they were very sharp.

As soon as Giacomo looked up, the students who were poking out hurriedly retreated and sat back in their seats obediently.

It took some time for Reid to run back to his seat in the last row. Giacomo, who had brought the transfer student into the classroom, caught him right there.

"Reid, didn't you hear the bell?"

Sitting on the chair, Reid almost slipped down. He forced a smile and said, "I heard it."

"Sit down." Giacomo took a serious look at the whole class and smiled gently when he saw that everyone was well behaved. "We will have a new classmate. Welcome."

There was a great applause in the classroom.

Giacomo took two steps aside and said to the transfer student, "Could you make a self-introduction with your classmates?"

The girl stood gracefully in the middle of the platform.

Glancing at the greeting eyes of the whole class, she pursed her lips and smiled. At the sight of this, Reid widened his eyes open.

He lowered his voice and said, "Sampson, don't sleep. The transfer student is more beautiful than the cutest girl in our school."

Sampson didn't move.

At the same time, the girl on the platform said, "Hello, everyone. My name is Sound Shi-Lu. Nice to meet you."

Sound said with a friendly smile.

The boy who was sleeping on his stomach slowly raised his head and looked into her clear black eyes. When their eyes met for a moment, the deer's lips slightly opened, as if to say something to the boy.

The next second, the boy fell asleep again.

"What a nice name! I have never heard of the last name of Shi-Lu." Her name aroused the curiosity of the whole class.

Sound explained, "My father's surname is Shi, and my mother's surname is Lu, so my surname is Shi-Lu."

After the brief self-introduction, Giacomo arranged Sound to take the seat in the second last row of the third line, where there was one empty seat.

Behind the seat were sitting Reid and Sampson.

Sound walked over to her seat, and her eyes were fixed on Sampson, who had been sleeping on his stomach. Thinking that she was looking at him, Reid immediately sat straight up and smiled friendly.

Unfortunately, it was forbidden to speak in class, especially in Giacomo's class. Otherwise, he would have greeted Sound at once.

However, having a small chat among desk mates was not easy to be found.

"Hello, I am Keyla Yuan." Sound's desk mate was a girl with long hair and thick glasses. She had serious nearsightedness and spoke in a low voice.

At that time, Sound thought that Keyla was talking so quietly because they were having class. But after class, she found that Keyla was always talking in such a low voice. She was a shy girl.

At the same time, she was an observant girl.

Keyla asked, "Do you know Sampson? I noticed that you were staring at him just now."

Sound thought their relation was even closer than that.

They had grown up and lived together day and night for five years. In the next twelve years, they met and played with each other every year during the Spring Festival.

Somehow, when she was seven years old, Sampson stopped playing with her often.

Just now, Sampson didn't even take a greeting gaze at her. She didn't know if she should say that they knew each other.

Without answering this question, Sound asked in a low voice, "Sampson?"

"Yes." Keyla's eyes suddenly lit up with adoration. "He is the top student in our grade, so now the teacher won't say anything to him when he sleeps in class."

"I see." Sound secretly turned around to have a look.

Sampson had already raised his head. When their eyes met, Sampson was slightly stunned, and Sound was smiling at him brightly.

Sampson looked away, leaned back lazily, picked up his book and turned to the question which Giacomo was talking about.

Without any writings on it, his book looked like a new one.

Reid was in utter shock.

'Is Sampson opening his book and listening to the class? How could it be possible? And, that is not his book! It's mine!' From NôvelDrama.Org.