Wang Jianhua was usually pretty good to these kids. Though he complained constantly, he always did his best to help and look after them in their daily lives and studies.
But these brats, right in the middle of their rebellious phase, didn't know a good thing when they had it.
The better you treated them, the more they thought they could walk all over you.
And when you tried to get strict, they'd just push back.
So when Wang Jianhua saw the kids cheering so enthusiastically for Wang Yi, he couldn't help feeling a little disgruntled.
Principal Ren, standing beside him, shook his head. "Old Wang, maybe your son really does have what it takes to keep them in line."
"Hah, him? When he was little, if he dared disobey me, I'd give him a good thrashing. How's he going to manage these kids any differently? Now that the school won't let us hit or scold them, he's got no options."
Wang Jianhua still sounded unconvinced.
At that moment, Wang Yi faced the kids crowding around him for autographs and photos. He pointed to the clock on the wall and said:
"Fall in."
The next moment, all twenty kids snapped into two neat rows.
The gym fell silent.
Wang Jianhua and Principal Ren both froze, then looked at each other in astonishment.
On an ordinary day, when it was time for class and they told the kids to fall in, the brats would make a racket for a while before finally lining up.
It took them three to five minutes just to get into formation.
What was going on today?
Wang Yi had said "Fall in" just once, and every one of the kids had lined up right away without a sound. The entire gym was silent.
Were these students