If anyone in Class Thirteen hated the East District Investigation Bureau and Situ An the most, it was undoubtedly Gao Ming. His eyes gleamed as he eagerly waited for the students of Class Thirteen to clash with the teachers who followed Situ An's rules.
Something had gone wrong on the Student Council's end, leaving Gao Ming free to target Situ An now.
The other classmates might only want to destroy Situ An's rules, but Gao Ming intended to find Situ An himself and cram him entirely inside his heart.
His gaze grew increasingly dangerous as he set his sights on the gloomy female teacher.
Xishan, sitting beside Gao Ming, seemed ready to act as well. He shifted in his seat and quietly stuck out one leg, apparently planning to trip the teacher when she passed.
Ji Zhe had taken the lead in breaking the classroom rules, yet no Student Council members appeared. The dead silence in the corridor stood in stark contrast to the uproar inside the classroom.
"You're supposed to set an example as a teacher, yet you won't give us proper guidance. No wonder the Student Council calls the shots at this school." Ji Zhe had grown up poor. He had neither a talent for studying nor a head for making money. Blunt and straightforward, he knew nothing about cultivating connections.
Outside this strange tale school, he had to spend a fortune renting clothes and luxury cars just to look respectable. But here, for the first time, he had something nobody else did—a terrifying ghost had appeared behind him for some unknown reason.
His ordinary life was finally no longer ordinary. He had gone from being one of the perpetual majority to one of a select few.
Having a ghost appear behind him should have been terrifying, but