Class 8.
Song Sheng and Pang Jiao held hands, dancing and singing in the classroom, forcing out blissful smiles.
Wang Longlong raised a textbook rolled into a microphone and waved it gracefully as if wielding a conductor's baton.
A melodious song rang through the classroom. "Let's have fun to our hearts' content, I ask you, dear companions~"
Cui Yu helped by drumming on the desk, creating a DJ-like beat. It was actually pretty catchy.
Shan Qingrong was confused at first, then his expression changed. After all, he was Class 8's class teacher. No one knew his students' nature better than he did.
Wang Longlong's improvisation had been practically flawless, but the overturned desks, fallen books, and red boxing gloves in Song Sheng's hands all revealed exactly what had happened.
Did they really think they could hide it from Shan Qingrong?
It was the first day of school, and they were already making such a mess. Did they think he had no face to save?
Instead of getting angry, Shan Qingrong smiled. A pleasantly smiling expression actually appeared on his round face.
The students' hearts skipped a beat at the sight. Quite a few of them had been whipped by him before, and Shan Qingrong had worn that exact same expression at the time.
Song Sheng's dancing became a little awkward, but fortunately, Wang Longlong's conducting was on point, and the dance came to a perfect close.
Wang Longlong continued his performance. "Thank you to Song Sheng and Pang Jiao for bringing us that wonderful dance. Everyone, give them a hand!"
Jiang Ning pinched Tongtong's little cotton-padded coat.
Xue Yuantong immediately raised both hands and clapped, "pat pat pat," while calling out brightly, "That was amazing!"
Then the entire class clearly saw Shan Qingrong's smile shift from a sinister pleasant smile