After Gao Heshaui left, class teacher Shan Qingrong entered the classroom not long afterward.
While sweeping his gaze over the students, Song Sheng, who was usually poor with words, unexpectedly took the initiative to ask, "Teacher Shan, when are we rearranging seats? Tonight?"
Duan Shigang, Liu Chuandao, Wu Xiaoqi, and the others had been drowsy, but at those words, they instantly woke up.
Duan Shigang, the big brother of the streets, was reluctant. "Why rearrange seats? Things are fine as they are. I improved on the last exam."
Liu Chuandao said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah."
Song Sheng was displeased. "Rearranging seats every semester is our class's tradition."
Liu Chuandao said, "Are you really that eager to get away from Pang Jiao? Last night, you were holding hands, dancing, and singing together. What a heartless bastard!"
Wu Xiaoqi hugged his basketball. "Heartless bastard!"
Song Sheng's face flushed red. "Who was dancing hand in hand with her?!"
Liu Chuandao said, "Oh, you weren't dancing? Were you fighting, then?"
Liu Chuandao widened his eyes and deliberately accused them, "Fighting on the first day of school—you two have absolutely no regard for rules or discipline!"
Song Sheng glanced at the class teacher, like a mute swallowing bitter medicine—he had grievances but nowhere to voice them.
He could only curse inwardly: Trash lowlife. You'll only ever make it to some vocational college, while I'm destined for a top university!
Song Sheng imagined himself receiving an admission letter from a prestigious university after the Gaokao, then viciously slapping Liu Chuandao across the face with it!
Seeing the brute Song Sheng's aggrieved expression, Liu Chuandao felt incredibly satisfied. So humiliating others with words was this much fun!
Having witnessed the students' dispute, Shan Qingrong said, "We were originally planning to rearrange seats tonight, but the international student in