"No blood relation?" Teacher Zhang was even more curious, "Why?"
Even if they are half-siblings, they should have a blood relationship.
"I heard Baoyi say that Song Hua was adopted by her parents when she was young. Because she was difficult to discipline when she was a child, her grandmother took her to the countryside. Now that her grandmother has passed away, Song's parents have brought her back."
"So that's how it is." No wonder Teacher Ye was unwilling to accept Song Hua.
Such an unruly delinquent girl, if it were her, she wouldn't want to take her in either.
Even if it's a transfer student, she would have to consider it.
Teacher Ye tidied up the teaching materials and continued, "Teacher Wang, I won't talk to you anymore, I have a meeting."
"Okay. You go ahead."
The other side.
As soon as Song Baoyi arrived at the classroom and sat down, she was surprised to see Teacher Ye walking over from the corridor with a person through the window.
That figure was slender and graceful, who else could it be but Song Hua?
Song Hua, a country bumpkin from the countryside, how did she find her way here?
Just as Song Baoyi was puzzled, Teacher Ye had already led Song Hua to the podium, "Everyone be quiet."
The noisy classroom instantly became silent, and everyone stared intently at the stage.
To be precise, they were all looking at Song Hua.
"Damn, this person looks a bit good!"
"Who looks better, her or Song Baoyi?"
"Definitely the one on stage!"
"Is she a transfer student?"
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The classroom, which had just quieted down, became noisy again at this moment.
Listening to these comments, Song Baoyi's face couldn't help but look a little unpleasant.
She was the class beauty and the school beauty, how could she tolerate others comparing her unfavorably?
Especially since this person was still a country bumpkin from the countryside.
To her, this was simply a great humiliation.
"Quiet!" Teacher Ye tapped the pointer on the desk.
The classroom quieted down.
Teacher Ye continued, "Let me introduce you, this is our class's new transfer student, Song Hua. Song Hua, please introduce yourself to your classmates."
Song Hua stood on the stage, her red lips slightly parted, "Hello everyone, I am Song Hua. Song of the Great Song Dynasty, Hua of 'graceful and quiet'."
It was a very simple self-introduction, without any fancy embellishments.
She didn't mention her home address or hobbies at all.
Under normal circumstances, students who come to international schools, in order to show their foundation and abilities, choose to introduce their personal situation, hobbies, etc. in several languages.
At the very least, it would be Chinese and English.
But Song Hua actually only used one language, and it was just a simple sentence.
Could it be that she only knows Chinese?
That's too LOW.
No wonder she's just a transfer student.
Teacher Ye had an expression as if she had expected this. She really didn't know what the Song family was doing bringing such a person to an international school.
She can only speak Chinese, she won't understand the other courses at all, so what's the point of her coming to an international school?
Wasting time?
The students below the stage saw that Song Hua had finished speaking in one sentence and had no other remarks, and they also started to discuss among themselves.
"She seems to only speak Mandarin."
"I heard she's Song Baoyi's older sister from the countryside!"
"Oh, so it's her, the one engaged to that good-for-nothing Yu!"
"No wonder she can't even speak English."
"Wow, I'm seeing a country person for the first time!"
The nannies and servants in these wealthy children's homes all have urban household registrations. Even the nannies in their homes drive Mercedes-Benz and BMW to buy groceries. They were born with a silver spoon in their mouths, so it's inevitable that they have this sense of superiority.
Hearing this, Song Baoyi imperceptibly curled the corner of her lips and straightened her back.
A person with knowledge and cultivation exudes natural beauty; true beauty lies in character, not just appearance.
Her beauty comes from within.
In front of her, Song Hua would ultimately just be a clown to set her off.
Song Baoyi's deskmate, Lin Zhi, nudged Song Baoyi with her elbow and asked curiously, "Baoyi, is she really your sister?"
"Yes." Song Baoyi nodded.
Lin Zhi said with an unbelievable expression, "Heavens! Doesn't your sister even know English?"
You know, Song Baoyi is a genius who can speak five languages.
"Xiao Zhi, don't discriminate against my sister. Actually, it hasn't been easy for her either." Song Baoyi continued, "She grew up with my grandmother in the countryside since she was a child. Now that she suddenly came here, I think she must feel somewhat unbalanced psychologically. After all, I've lived a comfortable life since I was little, while she..."
Speaking of the end, Song Baoyi actually felt a little guilty.
"Actually, I think I'm quite sorry to my sister."
"Unbalanced? What's there for her to be unbalanced about? She's not even your biological sister. Your parents were willing to adopt her and even found her a well-matched fiancé. Isn't that already very good? How can she be like this! She has no conscience at all! Also, you have nothing to be sorry to her about. It's her own fault for not knowing what's good for her!" Lin Zhi stood up for the Song family and Song Baoyi.
This Song Hua is simply an ungrateful wretch!
Song Baoyi lowered her voice, "Xiao Zhi, you must never say that. My sister is actually a very good person. No matter what, she is my parents' daughter and my sister. Although she has no blood relationship with us, she will always be our family. No matter what she does, we will forgive her and be her strongest support."
Song Baoyi's words moved Lin Zhi to tears, "Baoyi, how can you be so good! If it were me, I wouldn't have such a good temper!"
At the same time, Lin Zhi increasingly felt that Song Hua was not a good person.
If she were a good person, she would know how to be grateful.
Song Baoyi smiled at Lin Zhi, "Xiao Zhi, I'm not as good as you say."
Lin Zhi hugged Song Baoyi's arm, "Baoyi, I wish I had a sister as understanding as you. It's a pity that I'm the only daughter in my family."
Who wouldn't envy having a sister like Song Baoyi?
Except for a white-eyed wolf like Song Hua.
"It's okay, you can treat me as your sister," Song Baoyi said.
Song Baoyi is like this.
No matter when, she can always place herself in a position of utmost kindness and purity.
With just a few words, she can stir up the emotions of those around her.
For example, right now, Lin Zhi has clearly never been in contact with Song Hua, but she feels that Song Hua is not a good person, a green tea bitch.
After Song Hua on the stage finished her introduction, Teacher Ye pointed to the empty seat in the last row and said, "You can sit there."
The empty seat in the last row was close to the trash can.
It was far from the blackboard and had no deskmate.
Song Hua didn't care. Carrying her schoolbag in one hand, she walked towards the back.
The eyes of the students in the class followed her steps.
There was more or less a look of gloating in their eyes.
The first class in the morning was math.
The math teacher was Teacher Ye.
The entire math class was taught in English.
This was nothing to the students of the international school, but for Song Hua, a country bumpkin from the countryside, it was too difficult.
Teacher Ye's gaze fell on Song Hua. She originally thought Song Hua would disturb the class discipline and sleep on the desk, but unexpectedly, Song Hua was listening very attentively.
Pretending to understand.
Such people are the most hypocritical.
Teacher Ye's eyes skipped over Song Hua and said in English, "Song Baoyi, please solve this problem."