Fu Jian, dressed in classic black leather, walked to the podium and gave everyone a slight nod.
"Sit."
The group sat down in perfectly synchronized motions.
As if recalling standard military posture, they spread their legs about shoulder-width apart, laid both hands flat on their knees, and lifted their chins slightly to display their spirited bearing.
Fu Jian nodded in satisfaction and said slowly:
"I'm here to attend class as well. In the classroom, everything follows Teacher Wang's orders."
"Yes!"
Fu Jian turned and winked at Wang Jixuan, then calmly walked to the corner and sat in the specially reinforced chair behind Zhou Zhengde.
Zhou Zhengde's body went rigid. Sweat beaded at the tip of his nose, his Adam's apple kept trembling, and he continuously sent Wang Jixuan pleading signals with his eyes.
And he was supposed to be the class monitor...
Monitor my ass!
Zhou Zhengde already missed his little prison cell!
Wang Jixuan pretended not to see Zhou Zhengde's expression and nearly laughed out loud.
"Then let's choose a class committee member first, someone responsible for printing materials and such... Zheng De?"
Zhou Zhengde immediately stood up, using his bubbly voice. "Teacher Wang, I think it would be more appropriate to leave this to Major Ling Tong."
Wang Jixuan pointed both index fingers at him. "Then you'll be the discipline officer."
"Thank you, Teacher Wang!"
Zhou Zhengde squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, then sat back down as gracefully as he could.
Zhou Zhengde had thought this first class would be difficult to endure, but once Wang Jixuan began teaching, he was quickly drawn in by the material.
There was no other reason. Teacher Wang genuinely knew how to teach.
"For the knowledge I'm about to explain, don't ask where it came from. If you insist