Duan Shigang clenched his fists, his face darkened.
Song Sheng noticed them gathering around Duan Shigang and arrogantly asked, "What’s going on?"
Cui Yu, ng Gui, and Zhang Chi all pointed at Duan Shigang, laughing so hard they almost cried.
Song Sheng understood.
However, he remained calm; as the fourth in class, he possessed the power to control fate.
The sky of Class 8 couldn’t cover his eyes.
With a sense of arrogance upon his rise, Song Sheng looked down and said lightly, "Those who lack the ability to break fate’s chains will end up becoming prisoners of it."
After speaking, Song Sheng didn’t even glance at Duan Shigang. He raised his head and confidently walked to the center of the classroom, the place of prestige.
Duan Shigang tightly clenched his fists, a vein popping on his forehead.
Cui Yu: "Brother Gang, don’t act rashly; Song Sheng works out every day."
Duan Shigang forcibly held back.
Compared to Song Sheng’s pride and arrogance, the other students in Class 8 covertly united, plotting to choose seats together without dropping their guard, especially with the past incident with Miao Zhe in mind.
Song Sheng reached the center of the classroom, exuding the sa high-spirited arrogance.
"Hey, Xiaofeng, buying snacks again?" Song Sheng squinted his small eyes.
Dong Qingfeng saw Song Sheng’s deanor and thought, ’What’s it to you?’
On the surface, Dong Qingfeng smiled and said, "Hey, my relatives sent so specialties, want a taste?"
As he spoke, he handed over a beef jerky.
Song Sheng lowered his head to glance at it and said, "No, thanks. I’m preparing to study, eating beef jerky would waste my ti."
After saying that, Song Sheng leaned back in his seat and lavishly opened his workbook.
Yu Wen whispered, "Qing E, look how pompous he is!"
Qiang Li ran in from outside the classroom, steaming with heat, and enthusiastically called out, "Song Sheng, why didn’t you go to the gym today?"
Song Sheng didn’t answer his question, and instead remarked, "Qiangzi, you can’t always be working out; you should study more, your grades aren’t great!"
Qiang Li was left stunned.
...
anwhile, in Experintal Class 1.
Horoom teacher Hu Hou stood at the classroom door, his hands behind his back, scolding a few students: Wei Xiu Yuan, Dong Jiayi, and Yuan Xiaomao.
In this joint exam, Zhuang Jianhui couldn’t participate because he was injured, reducing the number of the class’s top ten within the grade, which made Hu Hou quite angry.
He pointed at Wei Xiu Yuan’s nose: "How much did your math score drop? 15 points, right?"
Wei Xiu Yuan: "13 points."
Hu Hou: "Rounding up, isn’t it 15?"
Yuan Xiaomao softly reminded, "Rounding is 10 points."
The nearby students chuckled aloud.
Hu Hou’s mouth twitched, and he poked Yuan Xiaomao’s glasses: "You dare laugh, and your Chinese essay was even off-topic?"
Being too angry, Hu Hou couldn’t control his actions, and with a "snap," he knocked Yuan Xiaomao’s lens off.
Yuan Xiaomao exclaid, "My glasses!"
He hurriedly bent down to pick up the lens, and as he was about to put it back on, he realized the fra’s screw was missing too.
With no other choice, a few classmates from Class 1, along with teacher Hu Hou, squatted on the ground for quite so ti until they finally found the screw.
Hu Hou’s face turned dark, thinking how hard it was being Class 1’s horoom teacher!
He took a deep breath and continued scolding: "And you! How are you learning chemistry?!"
"You, how could you fail physics?!"
Hu Hou reprimanded them one by one.
The students being scolded fell silent, feeling ashad.
When it was nearly Dong Jiayi’s turn, cheerful and lively, she smiled and asked:
"Is it my turn? Teacher, in which subject did I do poorly?"
Hu Hou was montarily speechless, and then he scolded fiercely: "In which subject did you do poorly? In which did you do well? Why didn’t I kick you out of Class 1 back then?"
This harsh statent left Dong Jiayi speechless.
At this mont, Hu Hou’s authority was perfectly asserted.
Hu Hou pointed at Du Chuan, who was diligently studying in the classroom: "Look at him, look at his attitude, and then look at yours!"
"You’re still playing gas, watching ani, chasing stars... Can you learn well like this? Look at Xue Yuantong in Class 8!"
Hu Hou got more and more passionate, spitting as he talked: "I heard that Xue Yuantong, who ranks first in the grade, often studies until 2 AM every night before turning off the lights to sleep!"
Wei Xiu Yuan and the others lowered their heads even more.
At this mont, Xue Yuantong and Jiang Ning were passing by the stairway.
Xue Yuantong heard the voice and found it particularly strange, asking, "Is it true? How co I didn’t know?"
...
Hu Hou couldn’t hold it in and stord out of Class 1.
The classmates in Class 1 all looked at Xue Yuantong with admiration, thinking, "Amazing!"
Xue Yuantong returned to the classroom and shared her ice wine brew with Bai Yuxia, comforting, "Cheer up, your class rank may have dropped, but your grade rank has improved, right?"
Bai Yuxia: "Thank you, how much?"
Xue Yuantong waved her small hand: "It’s on !"
Holding the warm mango ice wine brew, Bai Yuxia felt a warmth in her heart, and her initial intention to reprimand Tongtong tonight was put aside.
Not long after, the bell rang, and the figure of Shan Qingrong appeared at Class 8’s door.
He saw Xue Yuantong snacking during the class, and instead of being displeased, he specifically rembered the ice wine brew Xue Yuantong was eating, planning to buy so next ti.
Shan Qingrong stepped onto the podium, cleared his throat, and said, "We’re changing seats next."
Before he finished speaking.
Cui Yu eagerly responded, "Alright!"
Shan Qingrong added, "As ntioned before, after each major exam, seating is based on ranking."
Cui Yu announced loudly, "Exactly, we’re familiar with this."
Shan Qingrong continued, "From now on, seating arrangents will be done in this manner, so cooperate well."
Cui Yu intoned, "Sure, we’ll definitely cooperate."
Shan Qingrong frowned: "Get back and stand at the back!"
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