Zhang Boyuan mingled with the women in the front row, while also keeping an eye on the doorway. He immediately fell silent when he heard familiar footsteps coming from the corridor.
"Shh-"
The classroom fell silent instantly.
The next second, the homeroom teacher, Liu Changyuan, walked up to the podium with his Chinese textbook tucked under his arm. Seeing that the little rascals below were quiet, he nodded with satisfaction, cleared his throat, and said, "Everyone, please stop for a moment. I have something to announce."
After saying that, he waved to the door, and a person walked in.
"This is a student who just transferred to our Class 2 today. His name is Xiang Yu. We should get along well in the future."
"good!"
The women's army shouted in exceptionally unison, and after they finished, they burst into enthusiastic applause.
It was a grand and impressive event.
"Hey?" Director Liu chuckled and said, "What, you even rehearsed beforehand?"
After speaking, he clenched his fist towards the crowd below, and his voice disappeared, demonstrating remarkable control over his words.
Xiang Yu witnessed all of this, and for some reason, his right eyelid twitched, and an indescribable premonition about this class welled up in his heart.
"Class is about to start, there's an empty seat for the class monitor," Liu Changyuan pointed to the back row, "You can sit there first, and the class monitor can show you around the classroom."
"Hmm." Xiang Yusheng was well-behaved, and his face and manners were so refined that Liu Changyuan liked him even more, and his gaze towards him became more kind.
"If there's anything you don't understand, just ask the class monitor. He'll definitely guide you."
Xiang Yu nodded in agreement and walked towards the empty seats in the back row, keeping his eyes down and trying to ignore the gazes of the girls in the class.
Seeing that the new classmate was about to walk over, Yang Shuhuan hurriedly reached out and pushed the back of the chair in front of him, waking him up, "Brother Chen, Brother Chen, don't sleep, someone is coming next to you."
Gu Chen's eyelids were heavy from sleep. When he was woken up, he stretched groggily and felt someone walking beside him. He looked up with blurry eyes.
They met the other person's shocked gaze.
He immediately regained his senses and laughed, "Hey, little hero."
"..."
The system exclaimed excitedly: It's him! It's him! It's definitely him! It's fate that brought you together!
Xiang Yu's right eyelid twitched rapidly, and he thought to himself, "What a coincidence?"
It's a tragic fate.
Do you want this ill-fated relationship?
To adapt to the new class, he spent the whole night preparing himself mentally, and even had the system list out a number of unexpected situations for you.
The list of characters is increasingly outrageous, including school bullies, troublemakers who dislike him, and infatuated boys and girls who are head over heels for him.
Regardless of the outcome, there are plenty of ways to deal with the first few types of setbacks.
Violence begets violence; just beat them into submission.
If you have no ideas about the latter types, try to avoid them.
At the very end, the system suddenly popped up a message: "Who knows, maybe that person with the really high morality score is in your class?"
City X is a large city, with dozens of high schools and countless classes. How could he be so unlucky if he never missed a month's worth of morality points?
It's true; Heaven favors those with high moral character.
This is what the system just said.
Xiang Yu remained silent, thinking that since he didn't say a word, this person wouldn't just come crawling to him.
So he took out a pen and a notebook from his schoolbag, wrote the word "Geography" on the cover of the notebook according to the timetable written on the blackboard, and added his name below it.
His handwriting was strong and powerful, which had nothing to do with his slender and refined appearance.
"Wow, your handwriting reflects your personality, little hero."
Seeing him writing, Gu Chen leaned in very close and exclaimed in surprise.
"..."
They remained silent and indifferent.
"Your name is Xiang Yu, huh? 'This evening, a traveler alone faces a corner,' a fine name!" Gu Chen continued, "Why are you ignoring me? Have you forgotten me?"
"..."
"Just a reminder, it was yesterday at Shengshi Shopping Mall, the one who put you in the police car." Gu Chen was wide awake and excited to see Xiang Yu. Staring at the other's profile, he felt like he had a thousand words to say, one after another, all wanting to speak first.
"Cough cough!"
"I won't bother you if you can't remember. I just need to remember you. My name is Gu Chen. Gu means to take care of someone, and Chen means emperor. It's the one with a roof on top and a star on the bottom. I'm the class monitor. Did the dean ask you to sit here? The dean is our class teacher, Dean Liu. We all call him Dean." Gu Chen kept bringing up topics, but they were all useless nonsense.
"Cough cough!"
"The dean said he would retire after teaching our class, but I don't know if that's true. He's a Chinese teacher and the head of our grade's Chinese group. He's the one who sets all the exam questions. If he suddenly asks you to memorize a poem a few days before the exam, you don't need to think about it; you'll definitely have to recite it from memory. Just memorize it and you're done."
"Cough cough!"
When he heard a third cough behind him, each one more violent than the last, Gu Chen suppressed the words he wanted to say to his deskmate, turned to look at Wang Zehao, pulled a few tissues from his desk drawer and handed them to him, saying, "Mouse, why are you coughing again? You were fine this morning."
"The old man is looking at you." Wang Zehao didn't dare to look him in the eye, afraid of meeting the geography teacher's death stare.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the geography teacher's leisurely voice came from the other side of the podium.
"Hey you in the back row, is my drawing not neat enough, or am I not as good-looking as your deskmate? Is your head on your deskmate's desk? Where's your heart? How about me?"
The geography teacher of Class 2 is surnamed Han. His signature feature is his completely white Mediterranean hairstyle. His white hair can't cover the earth, and people always talk about his hairstyle. He draws good maps freehand.
They just don't remember people. They might occasionally remember the class representative, but they won't even remember anyone else, no matter how capable you are.
Knowing his place, Gu Chen stood up out of politeness to the teacher and replied, "You must have drawn the map well, but in terms of looks, my deskmate is definitely one of the best in the whole school. My brain isn't on my desk, but my heart is there. I have no problem seeing you, but we have to take turns. He came first."
Hahahaha!
Gu Chen's polite but nonsensical reply caused the class to burst into laughter. The worst part was that he didn't seem embarrassed at all and even laughed along, quite loudly.
Laugh at your grandpa.
Xiang Yu felt a chill run down his spine from listening to his laughter.
Old Han was a good-tempered man. He laughed a few times with the students, asked Gu Chen a few questions, and when he found that Gu Chen's answers were flawless, he let him sit down. Before he sat down, he warned him not to talk anymore, or he would have to stand in the back corner to listen to the lesson.
Gu Chen sat down and didn't say anything more, probably because he had taken it to heart.
The world is quiet.
Xiang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this kind of person still needed to be managed by the teacher.
In this way, the old man Han on the podium looked pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at him; despite being less than 1.7 meters tall, he exuded an aura of 2 meters.
handsome.
Two weeks into the semester, Xiang Yu had just transferred here. Due to some matters, he hadn't attended any classes in City B for the past two weeks. In addition, the teaching pace of the two schools was different, so he was diligently taking notes.
Even top students need to study hard.
Old Han has been teaching geography for over thirty years, and he certainly has a knack for imparting knowledge. Complex and difficult-to-understand graphic and textual information becomes clear instantly after he explains it, and he also patiently guides students to learn by analogy.
I've never met such a good teacher in high school in City B. I was completely absorbed in listening to him.
Gu Chen, who was standing next to him, took out his notebook and started writing rapidly, his speed and frequency far exceeding those of Xiang Yu.
Xiang Yu didn't look at him, thinking that this was right. Going to school meant not interfering with each other, and it was good to be strangers to each other.
Just as I was studying diligently, the swishing sound next to me suddenly stopped, and then a notebook was shoved into my field of vision, along with the scribbles all over the page that came into view.
—Due to the teacher's requirements and considerations for classroom discipline, this is the only way I can communicate with you…
"..." Xiang Yu suddenly looked to the side.
His pupils contracted slightly; he had forgotten what anger was, and only managed to utter a sentence after his face turned red.
Are you sick?
I didn't listen to the second half of the class.
Even after class, Xiang Yu was still in a daze, not quite recovered from what had happened. The culprit had been called away after class, and he didn't remember what was said during that time. He was still in a daze when his classmates told him to go to the office to pick up his textbooks. He was thinking that the system must have deducted more than 3 points of morality last night, otherwise, how could he have been so unlucky?
Thinking this, Xiang Yu unknowingly arrived at the office, pushed open the door, and walked straight to the dean's desk without even writing a report.
The dean, holding a teacup, was busy chatting with the teacher opposite him. He was talking about how excellent the new transfer student's grades were, and how he was in a strong position to win first place in the grade this month. Yunyun saw Xiangyu already standing to the side.
Recalling Xiang Yu's near-perfect score in liberal arts, and then thinking back to the day he and Gu Chen joined forces to win the top score in the college entrance examination, the dean looked at him with three or four layers of filters, as if the person in front of him was radiant.
With a kind smile, she asked, "You've just started school. What are your thoughts on the teacher's arrangements?"
Xiang Yu snapped out of his daze and pondered for two seconds upon hearing this.
I want to transfer schools.
[Author's Note: Xiang Yu: I've settled in Bengbu]
Chapter Three: I'd Rather Transfer School Than Be Left Behind
Chapter Three: A Glimmer of Hope: I'd Better Transfer School
The office between the two suddenly fell silent, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.
The dean stared intently at Xiang Yu, then after a moment gave a wink to the teacher at the opposite table.
The teacher, who had been teaching for a long time, knew that he should give the teacher and student some space at this moment, so he stood up and said, "Teacher Liu, I'll go teach the children now."
"Okay, Teacher Wang, you go ahead, I need to say a few words to my students."
The moment the office door closed, the dean switched expressions, asking with concern but seriousness.
"What's wrong? You just transferred here, why do you want to transfer schools already? Are you having trouble adjusting? Tell the teacher if there's anything you're having trouble adjusting to, and tell the teacher if you have any difficulties. The teacher will help you."
Xiang Yu: "..."
"Why aren't you saying anything? Is someone bullying you? That shouldn't be the case, it's only your first day here. Are you feeling a bit distant because you're not familiar with everyone yet? It's okay, everyone in our class is easy to get along with, they all seem to like you..."
The dean, displaying his talent as a Chinese language teacher, spoke rapidly, leaving no room for Xiang Yu to breathe. After he finished speaking, Xiang Yu stammered, "...I was just talking nonsense, I'm not going to share it anymore."
"Hey, that's more like it. There's no hurdle in life that you can't overcome, especially since you're so outstanding. I just asked the class monitor to get it done for you—wait a minute, I need to take this call."
The dean glanced at the caller ID, picked up the landline, and said, "Hello, Director Tang, yes, yes, Xiang Yu has transferred to our class. What? Ask him to come to the office? I'll go with him? Okay, okay, I'll be right there."