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Chapter 29: Cla.s.s One, Cla.s.s Twenty
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Lu Shangjin thought about it and felt that they still had to follow procedure.
He turned his head. “Gu Mang?”
The girl was sitting cross-legged on the sofa.
Her black eyes were clear and cool, and their almond shape gave her a wild and wicked quality.
She had the aura of a big shot.
Her pale, slim hand was cupping her chin as her fingers tapped her face nonchalantly.
“We’ll forgo the examination. I’ll go to the worst cla.s.s and Jinyang will go to the best one,” Gu Mang said in a low voice.
Jinyang looked at her in shock.
Hearing this, Lu Shangjin was puzzled. “What do you mean? Are you not going to go to the same cla.s.s as Jinyang?”
“Yeah.” Gu Mang s.h.i.+fted in her seat for a more comfortable position and said in a lazy voice, “She’s better at studying than me.”
Princ.i.p.al Fu also thought this at first.
Meng Jinyang seemed pretty obedient and he could put her in Cla.s.s One, albeit with much reluctance.
As for Gu Mang, it would have been impossible.
She was a problem student. What would happen if she influenced Cla.s.s One negatively and affected the graduation rate of this batch?
Originally, he did not feel comfortable saying this.
Now that Gu Mang had given her consent, he quickly stated his mind. “Actually, all the cla.s.ses are similar. There isn’t a “best cla.s.s” or a “worst cla.s.s.” All the teachers are the same.”
Lu Shangjin shot a narrow look at Princ.i.p.al Fu.
The latter chuckled guiltily.
Gu Mang didn’t care. “When can we start?”
Upon seeing that Gu Mang had made up her mind, Lu Shangjin smiled lightly, leaned back, and said no more.
The princ.i.p.al said immediately, “Anytime. I’ll get the form teachers of Cla.s.s One and Cla.s.s Twenty here right now.”
With that said, the princ.i.p.al took up the telephone beside him and made a call. The smile on his face looked less forced than before.
Lu Shangjin was speechless.
He had never thought that he would experience this feeling from such a disparity again in his lifetime.
Lu Yi was in Cla.s.s One and was at the top of her cohort.
Lu Yang was in Cla.s.s Twenty and was at the top of his cohort as well, if one counted from the bottom.
He already had an inkling of the kind of people that were in Cla.s.s Twenty.
It made him embarra.s.sed to think about the impending meeting with the two form teachers.
That son of his made him feel very ashamed! He had to leave before then!
Lu Shangjin cleared his throat and stood. “Well, Gu Mang, I’ll leave first. Call me if you need anything.”
Gu Mang raised her eyebrows. “Bye, Uncle Lu,” she said in a light tone.
“Bye, Uncle Lu.” Meng Jinyang bade him goodbye as well.
The princ.i.p.al stood up hurriedly to escort him. “Take care, Director-General Lu.”
After sending Lu Shangjin off, the princ.i.p.al sat down and took care of Gu Mang and Meng Jinyang cordially. “Have some water.”
Meng Jinyang smiled as she the water and drank. She looked like a good student.
Gu Mang did not move, but sat languidly on the sofa with her chin propped up on her hand, daydreaming.
The princ.i.p.al was speechless.
Shortly after, the door to the princ.i.p.al’s office was pushed open.
Two female teachers entered.
Luo Songhua, the form teacher of Cla.s.s One, walked in first.
At the school, compet.i.tion existed between students but also among the teachers. This compet.i.tion was equally intense, especially in Year Three.
Luo Songhua was a middle-aged woman with sharp, fierce eyes.
The form teacher of Cla.s.s Twenty, on the other hand, looked young and inexperienced, and did not have an imposing aura.
Luo Songhua worked at the front lines of leading students through high school examinations all-year round and always took the best cla.s.s.
She had a superiority complex and it was as though her eyes grew on the top of her head from which she looked down at the other teachers.
Xi Yan was far junior to Luo Songhua. Additionally, the cla.s.s she took was the last one in Year Three, making her very low-key.
The pair looked at Gu Mang and Meng Jinyang.
They could guess the reason why the princ.i.p.al called them over.
