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Love Diary novel Chapter 4

The girl, who was tiding her staffs in the classroom, raised her head subconsciously when she heard the noise at the door. Seeing several people coming in from the door, she smiled and greeted them one by one, "Hi, Cassie, Amie, Joe, Jill, long time no see."

"…" The four people standing at the door looked at her in a daze.

Clare sighed with relief, 'Well, well, well, that's exactly what I want.'

Among them, the first one to react was Cassie.

"Clary, why are you here?" She asked in surprise. Shouldn't her cousin be preparing for the new term in H City now? Why did she appear in her school? Besides, why didn't she know anything about her cousin's coming to S City?

"I'm here to study." Clare waved the admission notice of the XY High School in her hand and announced with a smile, "I've transferred to here to study."

"Really? !" Four surprised voices sounded at the same time.

"Of course."

Hardly had her voice faded away, Clare was hugged by her friends excitedly.

She couldn't help smiling and sighing, 'Alas, there are so many beautiful girls throwing themselves at me. If I were a boy, I would be very happy at the moment.'

After the reunion, Amy asked with concern, "Clary, which class are you in?"

With a sly smile, Clare asked, "Which class do you think I'm in now?"

"You chose class 7?" Everyone was curious, "Why?"

Clare smiled and replied, "7 is my lucky number."

Cassie looked at her in disbelief. "Is that all?"

"Of course there is some other reasons." Clare counted with her fingers, "For example, Lydia and Celine are also in this class; I heard that Carl, the top handsome boy of XY High School, is also in this class; I heard that the head teacher of class 7 is a beautiful and open-minded beauty, and so on..." Facing the affectionate gazes of her best friends, Clare raised her hand in surrender. "Well, I admit that I chose class 7 because I just got it by drawing lots."

"…"

Everyone was relieved after being embarrassed for a second.

Drawing lots... Well, according to their understanding of Clary for so many years, it was indeed her style.

"I heard that the head teacher of class 7, Dora, is beautiful and kind. She is a national special level teacher in Country F, and she is only 25 years old this year. She is highly praised in XY High School. Is it true?" Clare was curious about her future head teacher.

Everyone showed an expression of "I know" and made an "OK" gesture to her.

After the four of them left, Clare put away the staffs on the table and put them back to her backpack. She asked the twins curiously, "why hasn't anyone come to our class since the bell has been rung? Is everyone in class 7 a basketball lover?" It seemed that Celine had told her that the reason why there was no one in the classroom today was that they had gone to watch the basketball match.

Looking at the empty classroom, Lydia smiled meaningfully, "That's not exactly true."

"Among most people, boys go to see beauties, and girls go to see handsome boys." Celine added.

"Beauties?" Clare thought for a while. Almost all the beautiful girls of XY High School were called to class 7 by her just now. So, the last one was-- " Fiona?"

Celine nodded to confirm her guess, "Yes. She is the manager of today's basketball club."

"Today?" Clare caught the point. She was always sensitive to words.

"The basketball club and the football club don't need a manager. Today's so-called manager is temporarily arranged by Mr. Zack to be responsible for the logistics of the team. But Fiona only took over the post just to get close to Carl." Speaking of Fiona, Lydia couldn't help reminding Clare, "This girl is a snake scorpion beauty. Don't get in touch with her if there is nothing else."

Clare smiled and said, "Don't worry. I have promised my brother that I will try my best not to cause any trouble in XY High School." It was too early for Clare to say that. Even if she didn't provoke others, others would take the initiative to come to her. 

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