Mr. Gao Heshuai saw his attitude was quite unyielding and showed no signs of correcting himself, so he asked, "How many points can you score in math?"
Upon hearing this, Qiang Li, sitting at the back, chuckled to himself.
Chai Wei’s math skills, in Class 6, were at the top level!
Mr. Gao Heshuai noticed: "What are you laughing about, and what’s your na?"
Qiang Li replied, "My na is Qiang Li, Qiang as in 强词夺理 (strong argunt without reason), and Li as in 理 (reasoning)."
The class erupted in laughter, truly distinctive of Class 6 students.
Once the laughter subsided, Chai Wei finally spoke, he had been waiting for this mont, confident, and proud:
"Hello, I scored 123 in math on last sester’s final exam."
At the next mont, Chai Wei stared intently at Mr. Gao Heshuai, hoping to see a look of shock, and feel that frustration and suppressed anger on Mr. Gao’s face.
Chai Wei almost burst into laughter, this was his first shot at making a na for himself in the new class.
However, Mr. Gao Heshuai just snorted: "Such a simple test, and you only got 123?"
With a wave of his hand, he said, "All students in our class who scored above 123 in math last sester, stand up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Sheng was the first to stand up, followed by Dan Kaiquan, Chen Qian, Wang Yong, Shen Qing’e, Bai Yuxia, Yang Sheng, and Dong Qingfeng raising his hand...
Chai Wei was dumbfounded, this was not typical at all!
Mr. Gao Heshuai sneered, "You got 123 points and you’re proud? Go stand at the back!"
...
Guo Kunnan only bought beer, unlike Huang Zhongfei who had to wait for fried chicken, so he returned relatively quickly.
With his backpack packed full, the clinking of the beer bottles inside seed to accompany his footsteps, with a mindset that he could conquer the world.
The thought of the entire class, under his leadership, drinking ice-cold beer and eating fried chicken, was simply exhilarating beyond asure!
Guo Kunnan used to enter the classroom from the back door, but not anymore, he walked through the front door, because walking through the front allows him to see Xin Youling’s face.
He had to show his carefree and dashing side to Xin Youling.
Guo Kunnan strode into the classroom, making a dazzling entrance, calling out:
"Classmates, I..."
He walked right into Mr. Gao Heshuai, who was standing at the door, Guo Kunnan’s heart skipped a beat, his excitent evaporated instantly, colder than the icy beer on his back.
’What’s going on, why is Mr. Gao Heshuai here?’
Mr. Gao Heshuai’s eyes, like those of a bull, scanned him, while Guo Kunnan greeted him, "Gao, Gao, Gao, Gao, hello Mr. Gao."
"Where have you been?" Mr. Gao Heshuai focused on his bag.
Guo Kunnan was sweating profusely, he’s done for, damn, how should he explain this?
Under the watchful eyes of all the classmates, Guo Kunnan racked his brain for an excuse.
Wang Longlong said, "Brother Ma, Brother Ma, the situation isn’t good!"
As allies of the four back-row seats, they promised to help each other out.
They absolutely couldn’t let him face danger alone.
Ma Shicheng shouted, "Mr. Gao, Guo Kunnan forgot his math textbook in his dorm, he just went back to get it!"
Guo Kunnan seized the excuse, hurriedly saying, "Hahaha, yeah, I forgot my math textbook, and now I’ve brought it back!"
Mr. Gao Heshuai nodded, "Okay, go back to your seat."
Guo Kunnan was relieved to have dodged a bullet, he knew how terrifying Mr. Gao Heshuai could be, if he discovered the beer hidden in his backpack, it would be disastrous.
Guo Kunnan quickly took a step, the backpack made a "clang" sound, and the class fell silent again.
Guo Kunnan’s back was almost drenched in sweat, he slowed down and moved step by step towards the back row.
Mr. Gao Heshuai’s eyes glared again.
Wang Longlong shouted, "Brother Nan, is your leg still hurt? Can’t you walk?"
Guo Kunnan quickly replied, "Ah, yes, yes, my leg hurts, ouch!"
Mr. Gao Heshuai’s suspicion was dispelled.
With an excuse, Guo Kunnan moved even more cautiously, like a quail, finally reaching his seat.
Those short seven or eight ters were more thrilling than running three kiloters.
...
After collecting the test papers, Mr. Gao Heshuai glanced at Chen Qian, who was industriously working on math problems, and then at Xue Yuantong, who was sound asleep.
He sighed inwardly, the talent for these things just doesn’t make sense.
Mr. Gao Heshuai left Class 8.
Guo Kunnan excitedly thanked, "Brother Ma, Brother Long, I couldn’t have done it without you guys!"
"No worries, no worries, you’re the one who keeps giving pistachios!" Wang Longlong peeled another one; Brother Nan always brought him snacks. Eating snacks while watching Brother Ma play gas—there couldn’t be anything more enjoyable.
Guo Kunnan quickly promised, "No problem, there’s always plenty of snacks."
After saying that, he looked towards Chai Wei, who was standing in punishnt at the back, and asked curiously, "Why is there an extra person? Did sothing happen while I was gone?"
Chai Wei looked resentful; he hadn’t received this kind of treatnt since entering high school.
Very soon.
Huang Zhongfei, Dan Xiao, and Miao Zhe entered the classroom, and at the sa ti, a delightful fried sll wafted out, prompting many students to swallow involuntarily.
Zhang Chi exclaid excitedly, "Here it cos, here it cos!"
Yu Wen transford into the picture-perfect housewife managing the family, helping Huang Zhongfei distribute the fried chicken cutlets, displaying an extraordinary level of thoughtfulness.
However, standing together, regardless of appearance or aura, Yu Wen resembled a maid.
The fried chicken cutlet was delivered in front of Xue Yuantong, and the sleeping her finally woke up.
Xue Yuantong, still slightly sleepy, instinctively sniffed the fried chicken cutlet, so fragrant!
She turned her head and looked towards the seat of her deskmate, discovering that Jiang Ning’s seat was empty.
Xue Yuantong was shocked and blurted out, "Where’s my Jiang Ning gone?"
Bai Yuxia glanced at her, her clear voice flowing like spring water, "While you were sleeping, your Jiang Ning was taken away by Geng Lu."
Xue Yuantong was furious, "Oh, Jiang Ning, must be eating without ! How dare he not call !"
Bai Yuxia was speechless and turned back around.
After learning of Jiang Ning’s whereabouts, Xue Yuantong felt unexpectedly at ease because he was so capable, seldom suffering losses when out and about.
She sipped sour plum juice and happily began eating the chicken cutlet.
Chen Siyu wanted to join Tongtong, facing each other; the fried chicken cutlets from the school gate were very generous, quite large, golden brown outside once cooked, and then cut into pieces, sprinkled with chili and cumin powder.
Stick a bamboo skewer into the chicken cutlet, put it in your mouth, and as your teeth bit down, accompanied by the delightful crunch of the crispy crust, inside was tender chicken at, not dry at all.
The entire Grade 2 Class 8 was imrsed in a joyful atmosphere, the air filled with the aroma of fried chicken.
Many students present, after ten years of studying, had never experienced such a mont.
The new student Qiang Li munched on fried chicken, even though he sympathized with Team 6’s Xin Youling, he couldn’t say anything more because the fried chicken was too tempting, especially in the classroom with dozens of students; the experience was completely different.
Another sip of ice-cold sour plum juice, sweet and sour, Qiang Li exclaid, "This is the life!"
Xin Youling, biting the chicken cutlet, felt powerless; being strong-willed since young, for the first ti, she started doubting whether, as class president, she could outdo the forr class president—Huang Zhongfei.
Xin Youling’s conviction wavered montarily but then re-stabilized.
’Being a class president is the spirit and belief of a class; it’s not just about having money. Otherwise, why even select a class president? Just let the wealthiest and most generous student be it.’
Xin Youling encouraged herself fiercely; her strengths had yet to be unveiled.
ng Ziyun from Class 5 ate with elegance; she glanced at the handso guy and struck up a conversation, "Huang Zhongfei, if we’re openly eating chicken cutlets and the class teacher finds out, what do we do?"
Cao Kun felt a sense of betrayal.
Huang Zhongfei reassured, "I’ll take full responsibility."
Yu Wen was moved by the class president’s sense of responsibility and chid in, "Count in too!"
No matter when, she must stand with the class president, even in death!
Huang Zhongfei chuckled dryly twice.
While drinking sour plum soup, Yu Wen’s straw broke, but instead of asking for a new one, she tore open the seal, picked up the sour plum juice, and drank it delicately, one small sip at a ti.
After a tiny, tiny sip, Yu Wen put down the plum juice cup, and she gently yawned to moisten her eyes.
With the manners of a well-bred lady, she picked up a piece of chicken cutlet.
Looking deeply at Huang Zhongfei, with tears from yawning turning in her eyes, she achieved a ’watery gaze.’
Yu Wen gently shook the bamboo skewer, "Hehe, thank you, class president."
Huang Zhongfei ate his chicken cutlet quietly.
Jiang Yanan suddenly had a bad feeling and quickly tapped Shen Qing’e on the other side.
Shen Qing’e understood and quietly distanced herself.
Yu Wen said, "Class president is usually quite handso, but I love it most when you smile, even more handso."
Huang Zhongfei politely replied, "I rarely smile."
"Oh really?" Yu Wen feigned surprise.
Just as she finished speaking, the chicken cutlet slipped off the skewer and fell into the sour plum juice cup with a "splat," splashing liquid everywhere.
Huang Zhongfei couldn’t hold back, "Cough, cough, cough!"
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