May 27, 2014, Tuesday.
During the morning break, Yu Wen said, "Yanan, let's go buy something to eat. I'm craving Shrimp Sticks."
"Class monitor, do you want anything?" she asked enthusiastically. "I can bring back whatever you want."
Huang Zhongfei said, "Thanks, but no."
Jiang Yanan borrowed a charger from Shen Qing'e. "I'll charge it first."
She had rented her phone from Shen Xu in Class 9. Its battery capacity was terrible, and it died after barely any use. Since no one was around during the break, she set it beneath the multimedia computer to charge.
After setting up the phone, Jiang Yanan left with Yu Wen.
At the back of the classroom.
Well-informed Wang Longlong said, "Ma Ge, did you see it during morning self-study? Gao Heshaui carried a wooden stick into Class 9!"
He gestured out its approximate size. "More than a meter long, as thick as a rolling pin!"
Hu Jun was stunned. "Holy crap, Fat Gao isn't going to beat someone up, is he?"
Just imagining the burly Gao Heshaui holding a wooden stick like a darkened version of Sun Wukong was oddly thrilling.
Guo Kunnan clasped his hands together, sympathy written across his face.
"That's entirely possible. Next, let us pray for Class 9."
Cui Yu, who had been wandering around, laughed. "What a shame. Fat Gao should've been class teacher of Class 11. He'd fit right into the Mortuary Class."
His words made several people laugh. Ever since Gu Tai and Luo Jun from Class 11 had been publicly reprimanded, along with the deliberate spreading of rumors by certain people, the entire school had developed a fixed impression of Grade One, Class Eleven—the Mortuary Class.
Duan Shigang was resting at Wu Xiaoqi's desk. Wu Xiaoqi usually liked playing Basketball, so his seat was often