Cui Yu pointed to his own nose, facing the whole class: "?"
Shan Qingrong: "...Ti to assign seats, everyone head to the hallway outside."
Outside the classroom.
Students gathered in threes and fives, whispering, discussing the upcoming seat allocation.
So boys were sneaky, staring at their crushes, hearts pounding, hoping to be seated with them, but too timid to act.
So students, like Ma Shicheng, Wang Longlong, and Hu Jun, had already conspired and had places in mind.
A few students looked utterly defeated, as if seriously ill.
"Xue Yuantong, Jiang Ning," called Shan Qingrong.
As the two stepped into the classroom, all eyes turned to them, the top two in the class!
The empty classroom was theirs to choose from.
Just looking at this scene, you could tell how satisfying it was!
Chen Qian’s eyes burned with determination: "That position can be overtaken!"
Song Sheng crossed his arms in front of him, standing arrogantly, sneering: "That’s all there is to it."
Contrary to everyone’s expectations, Jiang Ning chose not his original seat, and they kept walking to the four-row section at the back, and sat down.
Wang Longlong: "Damn, the pri spot’s taken!"
Hu Jun: "Ho’s gone!"
Ma Shicheng: "Damn it!"
Such a move surprised everyone, even Shan Qingrong was montarily stunned. With seats so far back, could Xue Yuantong see the blackboard clearly?
No, she hardly ever looked at the blackboard, did she?
After a brief shock, Shan Qingrong continued calling, "Chen Qian."
The third-place Chen Qian didn’t choose the center of the front row because he was tired of getting sprayed with spit every day from Gao Heshuai!
He chose the center of the third row.
This ti, Shan Qingrong called again: "Song Sheng."
A na echoed through the air, Song Sheng entered confidently, revealing his true self.
Everyone turned to look.
Song Sheng had improved dramatically this ti, moving up several ranks, now fourth in the class, 17th in the year.
Song Sheng glanced at the back row where Xue Yuantong and Jiang Ning sat, comnting: "Self-degrading!"
Then he looked at Chen Qian’s seat, comnting: "Studious nerd!"
Song Sheng, with his sturdy legs, took over the central position of the second row, the most perfect spot in the classroom!
The fifth-place, Bai Yuxia, expressionless, went straight to the four-row section, only one seat away from Jiang Ning.
Wang Longlong: "Ho’s really gone!"
The sixth-place, Dong Qingfeng, had prearranged with the woman he loved, ng Zi Yun, choosing the seat by the aisle in the fourth row.
The seventh-place, Huang Zhongfei, chose the second-to-last row.
Shan Qingrong was now worried, "Why are all the good students going to the back row?"
Huang Zhongfei said, "I’m tall, sitting in front might block others."
This answer Shan Qingrong reluctantly accepted.
The eighth-place, Miao Zhe, chose the third row by the north aisle, strategically out of a potential surround.
The ninth-place, Dan Kaiquan, chose to sit behind Miao Zhe.
The tenth-place, Xin Youling, chose the seat by the back door, Miao Zhe’s forr haunt.
Thus, the top ten seats were allocated.
Next were Yang Sheng, Wang Yong, Shen Qing’e, Chai Wei, and others...
Chen Siyu got the spot between Jiang Ning and Bai Yuxia just as she hoped.
As more students chose their seats, fewer remained, and with each one gone, Duan Shigang’s face grew darker, as if his soul was depleting.
He looked around, and the available seats in the classroom grew fewer.
Curiously, the back row was now full, ahead of the four-row section, sat Yu Wen, Huang Zhongfei, Jiang Yanan, and Shen Qing’e.
The beautiful Shen Qing’e, in front of Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong.
Duan Shigang was envious.
He shut his eyes, awaiting fate’s decree, as Shan Qingrong said dramatically, "Wu Xiaoqi, Ma Shicheng..."
"Li Shengnan, Zhang Yifei, Pang Jiao..."
Duan Shigang snapped his eyes open, angrily thinking: "Bring it on, fate!"
His gaze, like lightning, shot into the classroom, seeing Song Sheng, surrounded by the Four Golden Flowers, face as black as coal.
Duan Shigang had a sudden realization: "Am I okay?"
The last-place Duan Shigang, unexpectedly got a front-row seat, though by the front door.
Even after sitting down, he was still in a daze, unable to accept the situation.
After a while, he wrote a note to Song Sheng: "Those who dare to defy fate may end up in the well of the Four Golden Flowers."
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