"This is our new classmate, Jiang Xiaopi. I think you all already know him." Teacher Ye pulled Jiang Xiao over to her and said, "He's a little younger than all of you, so you should show some awareness and take good care of Jiang Xiaopi."
"Don't worry, Teacher. We definitely will. Our class finally has a healer, so this time we won't have to look at the school doctor's face when we get injured in battle."
"That's right, and we won't have to beg that guy from the class next door anymore."
"Exactly. A few days ago, my stomach was bothering me, so I wanted him to Bless me. Guess what? He actually asked me for two cases of pure milk. He said you had to eat what you wanted to replenish, and that you had to drink milk before you could milk it out."
Ye Lanxiang slammed a palm hard onto the podium. "Shut up!"
Ye Lanxiang glanced at Jiang Xiao and pointed to the window seat in the second-to-last row. "You don't need to introduce yourself. Go sit there and get all your books sorted out."
Jiang Xiao obediently kept quiet and walked down the aisle.
The key words were: middle-aged, female, homeroom teacher.
Put those three words together, and they were basically invincible.
Jiang Xiao didn't dare go head-to-head with Teacher Ye.
She would suffer an injury, but he would lose his life.
Jiang Xiao quickly sat down in his seat. Its location was fairly good: by the window and in the second-to-last row.
But the seat wasn't all that perfect either,
because the person sitting behind him was actually Han Jiangxue!?
Jiang Xiao had no idea that Han Jiangxue had specifically asked the homeroom teacher to rearrange the seats.
Han Jiangxue wasn't short—she was a full