Love Diary

Chapter 5 The Arrival of Clare (Part Two)

While the three were chatting, the door of the classroom was gently pushed open. A young woman

dressed in fashion but not frivolous appeared at the door. She looked no more than 25 years old at

most. She had a kind face and a kind temperament, which would make people feel good about her.

"Good morning, Miss Yuan." Celine and Lydia greeted the woman at the same time.

"Good morning." Dora Yuan replied with a smile. She looked at the beautiful girl who was looking at her

curiously not far away.

"Are you Clare?" She came over and asked kindly.

"Yes. Nice to meet you, Miss Yuan." Clare showed an innocent and sweet smile to her future head

teacher. She sighed in her heart, 'The students of class 7 are so lucky to have such a young and

beautiful head teacher.' It was really a good chance to ease one's annoyance to see such a beauty

every day. Who said that good things would make people happy. The same was true for beautiful

people.

"Hello." Looking at Dora with a smile, Dora stretched out her hand and said, "I just received the news

that a little pretty has come to our class-Clare. Welcome to join class 7."

"Thank you." Clare reached out her hand and shook with Dora Yuan. She liked her more. A teacher

who took the initiative to shake hands with a student must not be difficult to get along with. She didn't

expect that this teacher was not only young and beautiful, but also had a good temper. She really

chose the right class.

After the conversation with Clare, Dora Yuan looked around the classroom and asked the twins, "Have

you gone to watch the ball match?"

Celine and Lydia nodded at the same time.

"Then could you please go to the basketball court for me. Inform all the students in our class to get

back as soon as possible. Anyone doesn't enter the classroom within five minutes should wait outside,"

said Dora Yuan with a meaningful smile, " I don't mind having afternoon tea with you in the office."

As soon as Dora Yuan finished speaking, Celine and Lydia immediately walked out of the classroom.

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coffee made by Miss Yuan would be. Its power was comparable to the ten kinds of torture in the Qing

dynasty! !

"What about me?" In the classroom, Clare pointed at herself, who was not assigned a task, and asked

Dora Yuan with a smile.

Dora Yuan looked at her for a while and said, "You, of course, follow me."

"Where are we going? What are we going to do?" Clare opened her beautiful eyes curiously.

"I'll help you register and arrange a seat for you."

Who told her that all the transferred students would be uncomfortable and timid because of the transfer,

and that she had to take good care of their emotions and mentality? It's nonsense! The student in front

of her was obviously more relaxed than her.

Shaking her head with a smile, Dora Yuan walked out of the classroom. Clare picked up her big bag

and followed her calmly.

When Celine and Lydia arrived at the basketball court, there were still two minutes left before the end

of the competition. Standing on the side of the field, Celine and Lydia began to rock paper scissors. It

was the old rule. They always liked to use games to decide who would do something.

"Stone!"

"Cloth!"

When the result came out, Celine smiled happily, "Sister, thank you."

Looking at the walls of flesh, Lydia glared at her own hand with resentment:

'Why did you choose stone?!' 'Why did you choose stone?!'

"Hi~" Showing an impeccable perfect smile, Lydia reached out her hand and gently patted a boy on the

outermost layer who had an advantage in height, "Buddy."

The competition was on the climax. The boy was excited to see it. When he heard the noise behind

him, he turned around with dissatisfaction, but when he saw the person, his eyes were stunned. Wasn't

this the beauty of class 7, Lydia? She was calling him?! !

"Buddy, can you do me a favor?" Lydia smiled sweetly and said in a soft voice. She had no choice. The

walls were too thick. She hadn't learned the penetrating skill yet, so she thought she couldn't pass

through it, so she had to rely on her friends outside and her schoolmates at school.

"Of course, of course!" Several big pimples on the boy's face kept shaking, which was enough to show

his excitement at the moment. In this case, let alone asking him for help, even if he was asked to risk

his life, he would probably do as he was told.

"Excuse me, can you see where Mr. Zack is?"

After getting the boy's affirmative reply, Lydia smiled brightly at him and asked, "Can you help me call

him over?"

"Of course!" The boy, who was dazzled by the beautiful smile, immediately cheered up and broke

through the heavy encirclement in front of him. He struggled to reach Zack and whispered. Looking at

the crowd, Zack greeted the Deputy Judge beside him and then walked towards Lydia. The poor boy

with pimples was pushed to the other side by the crowd ruthlessly, drowning in the sea of people...

"Lydia, what's up?" Zack kept looking at the field. There was still 1 minute left before the end of the

competition.

Lydia expressed her deep sympathy for the boy with pimples in her heart, and then said to Zack with a

smile, "Mr. Zack, please tell my classmates in class 7 to go back to class as soon as possible after the

competition. Miss Yuan said that people who are not able to arrive within five minutes will have tea in

the afternoon in her office."

"Okay, no problem."

"Thank you, Mr. Zack."

"It's not a big deal."

The competition on the field had entered the countdown. Zack picked up the whistle and walked to the

center of the field.

On the other side, after Lydia met her sister, the two of them quickly left the basketball court and

walked towards the teaching building.

It was not that they didn't want to stay to watch the ball match, but that the whole class that Ms. Yuan

just mentioned included the two of them. The most important thing for them was to know how to protect

themselves.