Front row of the classroom.
Wu Xiaoqi had withdrawn swiftly and neatly, leaving behind only an empty desk.
Now, its new owner, Duan Shigang, occupied this prized seat.
He set down his backpack and pressed both hands against the desktop. Newly arrived in this environment, he looked south, then north, excitement written all over his face.
There were just too many pretty girls in Class 8! Stunning ones, charming ones, beautiful ones, fair-skinned ones... there was everything imaginable. His eyes were dazzled, like a beggar entering a buffet restaurant, facing a hall full of dishes and getting so excited he didn't know which one to grab first.
The overall looks of the female students were terrifyingly high.
They were countless times better than the girls in his old class! In his heart, Duan Shigang thanked Director Yan's ancestors for eight generations.
At the same time, he suddenly remembered something. When he had entered the classroom, he seemed to have heard the class teacher say that the students assigned to the empty seats around him had gone to the infirmary.
Duan Shigang asked the burly, small-eyed fat guy beside him, who looked like someone not to be messed with.
"Bro, do you know my deskmate?"
As he spoke, Duan Shigang acted familiar right away. He was outgoing; back in middle school, he had at least been a local big shot with quite some prestige.
He had dealt with all sorts of unruly students, but in the end, they had all respectfully called him Gang Ge.
As a bad guy, Duan Shigang was very good at dealing with people like Song Sheng.
Song Sheng felt sorry for the kid. He stopped working on his test paper and chose to explain.
"Of course I know them. The people next to you are female