Damn, We've Been Exposed. Following No. 4 High School's Loudspeaker announcement, the students were unhappy, but they had no way to resist.
As students, obeying the school's arrangements seemed to be something they were born to do.
Everyone could only set aside thoughts of dinner and leave the classroom under the leadership of class monitor Huang Zhongfei and Sports Committee Member Zhang Chi.
The corridors were packed with students from Class 7, Class 8, Class 9, and the floors above. For a moment, everyone felt somewhat excited.
The last time they had gathered in front of the teaching building had been during the Spring Outing.
Xue Yuantong followed Jiang Ning. Whenever there were too many people and things got chaotic, she was always timid and did not dare speak.
Chen Siyu, walking ahead of them, looked over the crowd and said to Bai Yuxia, "This reminds me of the earthquake drills back in middle school."
Her words resonated with Bai Yuxia. Students their age in Yuzhou were probably no strangers to earthquake drills.
As they spoke, the Class 8 students went downstairs.
Class teacher Shan Qingrong stood on the cement floor. As if they had spotted a signpost, the students all gathered around him.
Shan Qingrong looked at the students and shouted, "Line up properly, like you're doing radio calisthenics!"
Zhang Chi immediately began eagerly organizing the students. He was truly doing his utmost.
Director Yan had caught him once already, and his phone had been confiscated. From then on, he would have no phone to play with.
Fortunately, his poverty grant had not been revoked.
Zhang Chi absolutely could not make any mistakes during this period. He was waiting for the grant to come through, then he would spend two hundred yuan on a phone and begin his grand