Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

"Who fought?"

Dean Song Huairen's voice matched his appearance very well.

Feng Qian slowly stood up under the frantic urging of the system.

She stared blankly at the dean.

"I."

Song Huairen adjusted her glasses, her eyes narrowed slightly, she looked at Feng Qian's gaze with a bit of scrutiny, as if she was trying to identify the truth in her words.

He tapped the table with his fingers.

"Name?"

"The wind is shallow."

"Which class?"

Feng Qian blinked and searched his memory. Butler Xu seemed to be talking about Class A of the third year of high school?

"Wait, I'll ask."

Feng Qian glanced at the dean, then lowered his head, and under the sharp eyes of the dean, he quietly took out his mobile phone, and edited a text message and sent it in the eyes of everyone.

Feng Qian: Butler Xu, which class am I in?

Xu Shen, who was eating breakfast slowly at the dining table, was suddenly interrupted by a text message.

He frowned slightly, picked up his mobile phone, and after seeing Feng Qian's message, he was instantly depressed.

What?

Miss is still looking for classes at this time? !

He quickly responded with a message.

Xu Shen: Miss, you are in Class A of Senior Three.

After receiving the message, Feng Qian took back the phone as if there was no one by his side, looked at the dean, and said with a serious expression, "Class A of Senior Three."

System: Host, are you serious?

The three Song Yi and the Disciplinary Committee standing beside them were completely dumbfounded.

Ji Mian couldn't help laughing too. He looked sideways at Feng Qian, his slender eyelashes drooping slightly.

she……

Is it windy?

so cute.

And the dean of the school went berserk, "Feng Qian, right? I'm in the third year of high school and still don't know which class I'm in, what do you eat! It's a girl's family, if you don't study well, if you have to fight, I will contact your class teacher now. "

The little girl looks very honest, I didn't expect to learn so well!

No respect for the teacher!

pissed him off.

Song Huairen glared at Feng Qian, while muttering, he angrily dialed Feng Qian's head teacher's number.

Feng Qian touched his nose, a little innocent.

I felt inexplicably being stared at.

After a minute.

"What? The first day of school today? The one from the Feng family? Have a heart attack?"

Song Huairen switched off the phone and looked at Feng Qian with a strange expression.

And heart disease?

Can't scold?

These Ji Mian also heard it.

The slender boy glanced at Feng Qian silently, he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eye sockets, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.

Does she have a heart attack...

Song Huairen glared at Feng Qian.

This student is really outrageous.

What Song Huairen hated the most was these students who acted indiscriminately on the basis of their own rationality, thinking that the teacher had nothing to do with them, what was the difference between relying on the old and betraying the old!

Feng·Hu Zuowei·Qian: "Teacher, can I go?"

The girl's voice was kind of cute.

Hearing the girl's words, what Song Huairen wanted to say suddenly got stuck in his throat.

He opened his mouth and glanced at the girl in front of him. The other party opened a pair of water eyes, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, which made people feel pity.

His voice gradually softened: "Classmate Feng, you are a girl, you should pay attention to your image in school. Since you just came to school to report today, I will not punish you. However, punishment is indispensable."

Feng Qian blinked and pursed her lips.

Some hesitantly asked: "What punishment?"

Song Huairen saw that the girl's attitude of admitting her mistake was okay, and she didn't yell at her any more. She said calmly, "After school, go and clean up the school playground."