"Hmm?" Yang Feng, with his legs crossed under the table, noticed Han Shilan's little head bobbing up and down on the table, almost touching the surface.
"Shilan, how late did you go to bed last night? Your dark circles are so heavy."
Yang Feng put down the documents in his hand, patted her little head, and said with some heartache.
"It's only a little later than before, so don't worry about me."
Han Shilan recovered slightly, managed a weak smile, and spoke.
"You should take a nap. Class hasn't started yet. I'll wake you up when class begins, okay?"
Yang Feng looked at Han Shilan tenderly with his peach blossom eyes and gently patted her head with his large hand.
"Mmm." After hearing this, Han Shilan rested her head on her fair arms, closed her beautiful eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
Yang Feng watched as she quickly fell asleep. He used to sleep alone, but now it was this pretty little classmate's turn, and he felt a little emotional.
Yang Feng gazed quietly at her beautiful, fair profile, which was quite lovely. He then took two wads of cotton from his shoulder bag and gently placed them in her ears, softly saying:
"Sleep peacefully, I'm here, the teacher won't dare to do anything reckless."
His eyes were full of affection. In the past, because he often slept, he prepared a lot of cotton to eliminate most of the noise.
As the bell rang for class, Mr. Dong, the math teacher, walked in. He stood on the podium and began his lesson without asking anyone to stand up.
"I'll ask a student to answer the following multiple-choice question."
Teacher Dong glanced at the students below. From the podium, she could clearly see everything below, and basically, those little actions could not be hidden from the teacher.
"Han Shilan will answer this question!"
Teacher Dong looked at Han Shilan sleeping in class below, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes. Han Shilan had never slept in class before, what was wrong with her today?
"Han Shilan, please explain this question!"
Teacher Dong shouted loudly, her voice tinged with anger.
"What are you yelling about!" Yang Feng stood up and said, "I'll answer this question."
"Yang Feng, what are you doing here? I was calling her, not you. Sit down!"
Teacher Dong immediately flew into a rage, and the students around the classroom could feel his anger, all turning their gazes toward the two of them.
"The answer to this question is B, and the reason for choosing B is..."
Yang Feng ignored him and began to explain the problem in a clear and fluent manner, presenting three different methods in a row, leaving Teacher Dong on the stage completely bewildered.
"Not bad, not bad. Sit down. And tell Han Shilan not to sleep in class."
Teacher Dong waved his hand and sighed.
"I'm sorry, she was sleeping in class, but I gave her special permission."
Yang Feng's expression remained unchanged as he calmly uttered the words.
Wow!
The students around him looked at each other in disbelief. Yang Feng was too arrogant; he actually said such a thing to the teacher.
Many of the girls in the class who already had a crush on Yang Feng had their eyes sparkling with admiration.
"You..." Teacher Dong almost spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyes locked with Yang Feng's.
"If you have any questions, I can answer them one by one."
After Yang Feng finished speaking, he slowly sat down, his bright eyes looking at Han Shilan, his little nose snoring softly, and a slight smile unconsciously appearing on his lips.
Teacher Dong was also helpless, as Yang Feng had answered almost all the questions he was supposed to, and even provided a bewildering number of solutions.
It can only be described in two words.
Perfect!
The first class passed just like that, and the bell rang one after another. The teachers for the first three classes were the kind who didn't care much about discipline. With the college entrance exam just around the corner, the teachers didn't plan to manage the students anymore.
It wasn't until the fourth period, which was a Chinese class, that the teacher, a middle-aged woman, began. She walked slowly around the classroom, from the first desk to the last, until she reached Han Shilan's desk.
She had just picked up the book, ready to slap Han Shilan on the head, when halfway there, a large hand grabbed her wrist.
"What are you doing?" the middle-aged female teacher asked Yang Feng, seemingly oblivious to his feelings.
"Don't bother her," Yang Feng said indifferently.
"What do you mean? Are you suggesting we let her sleep during class?"
The middle-aged female teacher frowned, exuding the authoritative aura of over a decade of teaching experience, and questioned.
"Yes." Yang Feng replied solemnly, gripping her wrist without yielding an inch.
"Ha! You're the most bizarre student I've seen in recent years. Preventing a teacher from waking up a sleeping classmate, how impressive! Don't think you're so great just because you're in the top 100 of the whole grade. Let me tell you, there are countless students in the whole country who are better than you. Let go of me, or I'll report you to the principal and you'll get a disciplinary action!"
The middle-aged female teacher was taken aback at first, then her face darkened and she said coldly.
I really miss this time; three years have passed in the blink of an eye. Saved on September 24th.
(End of this chapter)
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