Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 870: Xiao Chong Extra 32

Lin Wanwan had been discreetly paying attention to Xiao Chong’s movents ever since he entered the classroom, and naturally, she heard everything Hong Yijing said loud and clear.

Seeing that Xiao Chong didn’t react at all, she let out a small breath of relief.

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At Seventh Middle School’s high school departnt, 60% of the students are boarders, 10% are day students, and the remaining 30% are accompanied students (parents rent apartnts near the school to take care of their children, commonly known as accompanied students).

Regardless of whether they board at the school or not, all students must attend evening self-study sessions.

The first-year evening self-study consists of three periods, from 18:10 to 21:10, totaling three hours.

The first day’s evening self-study was customarily replaced with a class eting.

The class teacher of Year One (1) Class, Chen Guoyi, thirty-five years old, walked into the classroom with the student roster, leaned against the podium, scanned the room, cleared his throat, and said, "Hello everyone, I’m your math teacher, as well as your class teacher, Chen Guoyi. We’ve already t in class today, so I won’t repeat that."

After a brief pause, Chen Guoyi continued, "The seating arrangent for this term will remain as it is, but we’ll rotate positions every two weeks."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was imdiately a chorus of boos from below.

Ignoring these minor reactions, Chen Guoyi imperiously outlined the basic classroom rules, then said, "Alright, today is your first day of high school, and you might not know each other well. Let’s start with number one, Xiao Chong—co up to the front and introduce yourself."

Xiao Chong, having been called, stood up gracefully and walked onto the podium with composure.

Taller than the short, stocky Chen Guoyi by a good half a head, he made the latter unconsciously take two steps to the side to avoid a brutally stark contrast.

"Hello everyone, I’m Xiao Chong from Jiangdong. As we study together here, please guide well."

With that, he elegantly returned to his seat, the entire process from stepping onto the podium to delivering his introduction and stepping down, was seamlessly executed, pleasing to the eye.

It was only after he sat back down that the boys in the class belatedly erupted into a round of rowdy cheers.

By the ti it was Lin Wanwan’s turn to introduce herself, she was among the last few. The class has forty-eight students in total, and numbers are assigned based on academic scores; Lin Wanwan’s number is forty-two.

Among the highest-scoring class in the first-year, Lin Wanwan found herself at the bottom.

It’s not that Lin Wanwan isn’t putting in effort—she’s always studied very diligently, otherwise she wouldn’t have been admitted to the focus class at this key high school.

But in this class, the effort levels of the other students weren’t necessarily any less than hers; so might even have one-on-one private tutoring support. Trying to stand out in this class is indeed a bit challenging.

This class also implents a bottom elimination system, once per sester, with pressure beginning from the very first day.

Fortunately, high school learning hasn’t reached a stage where talent alone prevails—Lin Wanwan believes that even without tutoring assistance, she can maintain her current performance level and avoid falling out of the class.

"Hello everyone, my na is Lin Wanwan, and I’ve moved up from the junior high departnt of Seventh Middle School." After speaking, Lin Wanwan returned to her seat amidst a roar of noise from below.

"Say a bit more, how can it be just one sentence?" A guy called out from the corner.

Fang Junjie joined in, shouting, "Yeah, say more—what are your special skills, hobbies, zodiac sign? Co on, let us know more about you."

Lin Wanwan ignored the cheers, already seated, head lowered, and paying no heed.

Qi Bingqiong nudged her arm, smiling teasingly, and whispered, "Co on, say a bit more, everyone’s asking."

Xiao Chong crossed his arms and watched Lin Wanwan’s back with a slightly tender gaze.

Unexpectedly, Wanwan, who was so lively and bright in the Great Tang, is so silent in this modern world, like a distant and cold flower.

Chen Guoyi lightly coughed, interrupting the noisy atmosphere. He glanced at Lin Wanwan, gave her na on the roster a checkmark, and then called out the next student’s na.

Even wearing a school uniform, the beauty exudes a school beauty vibe; however, her deanor is rather aloof and low-key, which is ideal as it reduces the likelihood of early romance. Nonetheless, it’s still worth keeping an eye on her, as girls with this level of looks tend to be more bothered.

Actually, early romance isn’t a big deal, as long as it doesn’t affect academics. Chen Guoyi would certainly turn a blind eye.

Yet truly unaffected study, with healthy, mutually supportive relationships is sothing Chen Guoyi, in all his years of teaching, hasn’t seen much of. Most often, when a student’s focus shifts away from academics, their performance drops drastically.