Chapter 95

"I'm sorry, teacher. I let you down. I don't have the face to stay in class A. I invite myself to class F." Su Kui's expression is sincere, light to Mo Yutong way.

The voice just fell, not only Mo Yutong was shocked, but even Zhou Yu was at a loss.

What's the situation!

The well-known good students of the whole school and the key students of the college, now apply for class F!

What kind of existence is class F? There are a group of people who are the most disobedient to discipline and who are the most likely to make trouble in the whole college. Privately, they call this class waste material class.

However, on the face of it, no one dare to say it or even show it in the slightest, because there are several students in it, with a great family background, who are the kind of students who nobody dare to manage when walking across the whole college.

Mo Yutong looked at the sunflower with a complex face, and asked with a deep and cold voice: "do you know what you are talking about? You will have a very good future in class A, but have you fallen to class F now! "

"I think I've made it very clear, and I don't think going to class F is self indulgence. I'm sorry, teacher. Thank you for your kindness."

Su Kui is impatient and goes on with false feelings. Besides, with her background, it's not difficult to have a good future, is it?

Simply left Mo Yutong's bleary face, Su Kui went straight into the classroom to pack his schoolbag. In fact, there was nothing to take. He cleaned it up in a short time.

With countless admiring eyes, Su Kui's footsteps are light, and her white and pink face is always smiling.

With Mo Yutong passing by, Su Kui slowly raised his smile, "thank you for your care, goodbye."

And I will not go back.

"Hello..."

Looking at her unswerving back, Zhou Yu instinctively shouted. Su Kui didn't stop. He didn't know what to say next. He could only watch Su Kui's thin figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

Class F of the senior three department is set at the end of the corridor, which is quite different from class A.

Su Kui looked up and saw the big sign of F engraved on the doorplate. He raised his eyebrows and opened his lips. "Class F?"

The biggest difference between many students in class F and other classes is that they don't wear school uniforms, their hair is dyed colorful, and their clothes are all kinds of hip-hop holes. Once they step into this classroom, they will feel that they have entered the wrong dimension.

The collision of all kinds of colors is too bright. In front of us, a group of young men and girls have their hair tossed into various shapes. Their eyebrows are still childish, but their faces are rebellious and unruly.

Su Kui took a deep breath of air and felt faint tobacco mixed with all kinds of indistinguishable brands of perfume.

It has to be said that Su Kui prefers such a free and easy class F to a rigid class A, no matter whether it's a waste material class or an elite class, it's just a matter of personal choice.

Those so-called elite class students apparently seem to be dismissive of the waste material class, in fact, the real heart, or envy it.

Envy such free and easy atmosphere and unrestrained life.

"Hello, everyone. My name is mu Qingyuan." Su Kui stepped on the platform slowly. The bald old man on the platform was dozing off. The whole class was as noisy as a vegetable market.

The voice of lightness and indifference is particularly clear in the noisy human voice, which is clearly introduced into everyone's ears.