As she wiped, she said, "Teacher brought you a little skirt. Wear that when you hold the class sign. There'll be reporters taking pictures this afternoon, so let's dress you up nice and pretty."
The little girl gave an obedient hum.
Chi Ning withdrew his gaze and looked at Wang Quan with a trace of suspicion in his eyes.
Wang Quan immediately defended himself. "There's no rule saying only girls can hold the class sign. The best-looking kid in Class 2 left, and the little girl had no choice but to fill in. Most of the other classes have boys holding them. Boys are stronger, so it's not as tiring for them. These things are really heavy."
That was true. The class sign seemed to be made of solid wood and looked rather weighty.
Chi Ning said, "Li Qiuhe is a boy too, and he's the vice class monitor. Why not let him hold it?"
Wang Quan choked. "He still has to run the 5,000 meters."
Chi Ning: ...
After one round of back-and-forth, Chi Ning lost to Teacher Wang because he was simply too conscientious.
"Fine. I'll hold it."
Wang Quan clapped his hands and pulled another paper bag from beneath the desk. "These are the clothes. We require all the boys to wear white short-sleeved shirts and black suit shorts. Change into them later."
Chi Ning took it and glanced beneath Wang Quan's desk several times.
Why was Teacher Wang's desk like Doraemon's pocket? How could he pull anything out of it?
Beaming, Wang Quan pointed at the restroom. "Go try them on and see if they fit. I deliberately ordered a size larger. They don't have to fit perfectly—as long as you can wear them."
Carrying the bag, Chi Ning looked at the Class 2 homeroom teacher