Yue Jiandong first took Yue Xingxing to the second grade floor and handed the child over to the homeroom teacher.
The homeroom teacher had been informed earlier and, after exchanging pleasantries with Yue Jiandong, led the child into the classroom.
Yue Qingqing glanced at her sister, looking for signs of her aura.
Nothing special; it should be a smooth day.
So, she obediently and cleverly followed her father to the first grade office.
The homeroom teacher, surnamed Shi, was a smiling man in his thirties who taught Chinese language.
He was more stable than the younger teachers but did not possess the imposing aura of the older ones.
When he smiled, his eyes would narrow into slits, making him appear very kind.
"Okay, the child looks quite bright. I will take her to the class now. If there are any issues, feel free to communicate. All the textbooks are here; please count to see if the number is correct."
Shi Hongzhi had a very good first impression of Yue Qingqing.
Yue Jiandong smiled and said, "Then I’ll leave it to you, Teacher Shi."
His communication with Teacher Shi was even less than with Yue Xingxing’s homeroom teacher.
Since this child had always been mature for her age, Yue Jiandong always had an inexplicable confidence in his daughter.
On the other hand, he was more concerned about Yue Xingxing, who was young and away from her parents.
After the father left, Shi Hongzhi led Yue Qingqing into the classroom.
The classroom, which was buzzing with chatter, fell silent the moment Shi Hongzhi stepped in.
All eyes turned towards the person behind him.
Yue Qingqing entered with ease and grace. She was so good-looking that the classmates began whispering to each other in an instant.
The children in the class had already heard that there was a student who had registered but hadn’t been seen yet; their curiosity had been piqued to the highest level.
They had not expected the new student to be so beautiful.
"Quiet down! This is our new classmate." Teacher Shi looked kindly at Yue Qingqing, "Would you like to say hello to everyone?"
Yue Qingqing introduced herself, "Hello, everyone. My name is Yue Qingqing, from Daye Village. I hope we can become good friends."
A standard introduction, yet it spurred even more discussion in the class.
"Where is Daye Village? Is it far?"
"She’s from the countryside; she probably moved to the city recently."
Zhuancheng No.1 Primary School and Experimental Primary School are two of the better primary schools in the city.
Previously, only city children attended these schools, but recently, due to the newly developed Zizhu Community, many children from rural backgrounds were able to enroll.
Don’t think children don’t understand anything. In fact, they understand much more than adults think, and they even form cliques among themselves.
At least in the First Primary School, the children from the city and those from the countryside seemed to be clearly divided into two distinct groups.
There were certain barriers between them.
Yue Qingqing appeared not to hear the murmuring below, her face always wearing a smile.
She was naturally beautiful, and her smile made her even more pleasant to look at, gradually quieting the murmuring below.
"Alright, everyone remember to be united and loving. Treat the new student kindly. Yue Qingqing, you can sit next to Qu Ruorui."
The teachers were not blind to the problems among the students.
But to these adults, these barriers were just due to the children not understanding each other well since school had just started. They believed that friendship would naturally develop over time, so they did not intervene specially.
Teacher Shi pointed at a girl with neatly cut bobbed hair who looked obedient. The girl was lowering her head and jumped slightly when she heard the teacher’s words.
Yue Qingqing placed her backpack on the desk.
She moved very gently, but Qu Ruorui next to her couldn’t help but shiver.
Yue Qingqing thought of a skittish rabbit and quickly smiled at her.
"Hello, I’m your new deskmate."
"Um..." Qu Ruorui nodded hastily, retracting her hand that was holding a pencil.
Yue Qingqing tilted her head, feeling something off about her aura.
Normally, a child’s energy is clean and pure, but her counterpart was enveloped in a faint, almost imperceptible aura of death.
It seemed as if something dirty was entangling her.