After assigning seats, everyone tidied up their desks. The vibrations created a brand new look for the classroom.
After morning self-study ended, Liu Chuandao didn’t even pause, quickly fleeing the Demon Cave.
Duan Shigang noticed and followed with a sense of nostalgia.
The two stood on the east corridor of Class 8. From this vantage point, the view was wide and open—the rising sun illuminated the distant playground and the neat, camouflaged formations below.
The freshn were undergoing military training.
Duan Shigang realized subconsciously that he was already in his second year.
Cui Yu hurriedly passed by, his tone shalessly gleeful: "Brother Nan, Brother Nan, go check out the juniors. Believe , the girls nowadays are the most beautiful!"
Both hurried their steps, eager and impatient.
Duan Shigang wanted to join them but thought it through. He believed there was no rush; he could see the military training in the afternoon, but he had to hear Liu Chuandao’s feelings on the seat change first.
Next to him, Liu Chuandao sneakily eyed the Experintal Class 1 classroom.
Duan Shigang glanced twice, and Liu Chuandao added: "That’s the Experintal Class 1, full of good students. We only have three or four who got into the experintal classes from Class 12."
Before Duan Shigang responded, he imagined the current situation of being sandwiched by Pang Jiao, Li Shengnan, and Zhang Yifei.
The suffocating feeling instantly overwheld his lungs, rendering him unable to breathe.
Liu Chuandao was indignant: "Damn it, if I could get into the experintal class, would I endure this crap?"
Duan Shigang empathized and patted his shoulder: "Brother, study hard, rember the saying, education can change your fate."
He hadn’t believed it before, but after learning about the rules of assigning seats, Duan Shigang was convinced. To escape his fate, he actively did assignnts and improved significantly.
Now, Duan Shigang was once again experiencing the beauty, freedom, youth, sweet smiles, and slender white legs of high school.
Long trapped in confinent, finally returning to nature!
Perfectly matching his mood, Duan Shigang made up his mind to study Chinese well.
Liu Chuandao was annoyed beyond asure: "Gangzi, I am perplexed, do they have sothing wrong with their brains deliberately leaving an empty seat?"
He felt like a turtle, with Li Shengnan in front, Pang Jiao as a deskmate, and Zhang Yifei behind—trapped in a jar, unable to move.
Duan Shigang shook his head: "They didn’t intentionally set you up."
Liu Chuandao felt Gangzi was defending them. He insisted: "They’re just bad, otherwise why would such good friends not sit together and leave a seat?"
Both ugly and disgusting, Liu Chuandao encountered bad people.
Seeing him on the verge of exploding, Duan Shigang explained:
"Didn’t you notice those three are quite large? Sitting two to a desk would be uncomfortable, so each has a row."
Liu Chuandao paused, perhaps it made so sense?
He wanted to say more but ultimately couldn’t get the words out.
At that mont, one boy and two girls walked by the outer corridor, and Liu Chuandao almost widened his eyes—those two girls were twins!
After they passed, Liu Chuandao elbowed Gangzi, inquiring: "Who are they?"
Duan Shigang: "It’s Jiang Ning, you’d better not ss with him."
Duan Shigang once led a gang, understood things, and knew Jiang Ning was an unusual fighter.
Liu Chuandao recalled, yesterday he fought with Pang Jiao, and it was this guy who ultimately stopped it—his clothes were even torn by Wang Yanyan.
Liu Chuandao: "I rember the girl in front of him was quite pretty, are they dating?"
"Nope, that’s Bai Yuxia, the prettiest girl in class." Besides that, Duan Shigang thought, judging by her looks and temperant, he couldn’t reach her.
Even though they were all students, Duan Shigang always felt a sense of distance.
That’s why he first pursued Jiang Yanan, not for any other reason but Jiang Yanan’s decent skin and appearance, yet not stunning, seed approachable—she was the type where ’with so effort, I can match her.’
Liu Chuandao: "No boyfriend, that’s great, watch go after her."
They chatted in the corridor for a long while until it was ti for class, and Duan Shigang reminded: "Chuandao, it’s ti to go."
Liu Chuandao thought of Pang Jiao and the others, his face darkened considerably.
Duan Shigang looked at his expression and quickened his pace, oh wow, what a relief.
...
The second class in the morning was Gao Heshuai’s math lesson.
He entered quickly and urgently, "shush, shush," into the classroom before the class had quieted down.
Gao Heshuai fiercely slapped the podium with the blackboard eraser, huge clouds of chalk dust rose, Dong Qingfeng hurriedly covered his nose and mouth, while Chen Qian casually continued reading, letting the dust fall on his head.
Gao Heshuai inhaled a mouthful of chalk dust, stepped to the side of the podium, regrouped, and roared:
"Didn’t you hear the bell ring for class? Still making noise, an empty vessel makes the most noise!"
The class was hushed into silence, for the stout and muscular, bull-faced Gao Heshuai could be intimidating when angry.
Those familiar with him dared not rebel.
Bai Yuxia’s deskmate Chai Wei took note of the scene, feeling utterly unafraid.
Back in Class 6, Chai Wei was one of the most active students, considering himself handso, academically good, and emotionally intelligent, capable of light-hearted banter.
Chai Wei tried to lighten the mood: "Teacher, that was just the preparatory bell, the actual class bell hasn’t rung yet!"
Bai Yuxia’s expression showed slight surprise.
Chai Wei took note of Bai Yuxia turning her head, felt energized, and prepared to say more to lighten the mood.
Gao Heshuai’s face turned dark: "Move to the back."
Chai Wei: ??
Gao Heshuai: "I told you to move to the back to stand, did you hear ?"
He shot his terrifying bull-like eyes at Chai Wei, whose oppressive force ca over him.
Chai Wei hung his head and ran to the back to stand as punishnt.
In the northeast corner of the classroom, Zhang Chi’s neighbor, Cui Yu, let out an involuntary laugh: "Haha!"
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