The new classroom was on the third floor.
Chen Mo carried the camera case to the door and glanced up at the sign.
[Comprehensive Project Class A]
It sounded very official.
After he pushed the door open, that impression lasted about two seconds.
In the third row, a student was working out the discount on bus subsidy vouchers with a calculator, while the person beside him was recording who was willing to trade their lunch allotment for a ghostwritten self-criticism. A hand-drawn campus map lay on the table by the window, with red circles around the cafeteria, the old gym, the back gate, and the guards' shift-change point.
The class rules were written on the left side of the blackboard.
No fighting.
No carrying knives.
No reselling program slots.
Someone had added a line beneath the third rule: unless the price is right.
Standing in the doorway, Chen Mo immediately felt reassured.
This was still the same school.
It was just that the students used to run errands in alleys, and now they were learning to divide the proceeds with spreadsheets.
Gotham's next generation really had improved.
They were looking more like future mob management.
Well, it might also have been because he was in Class A now. The athletic types who weren't much good at academics were probably in DC Class.
Barbara walked in behind him and went straight to a window seat in the second row.
Chen Mo followed with the case in his arms.
"Mind if I sit next to you?"
Barbara put her bag down.
"If you fall asleep in class and drool, I'll take pictures."
Chen Mo sat down at once.
"What a heartless woman."
The homeroom teacher entered the classroom with a class assignment list in hand.
The teacher looked very young, but their