Chi Chan felt that everything that had happened today was quite absurd.

No—anything related to Ji Siyuan is quite absurd.

"Perhaps it's just that the students assigned to our class are all rather eccentric?"

Linda pondered.

Chi Chan frowned: "Really?"

"All the girls in the school are fans of Ji Siyuan! It's pretty normal for a little fangirl to do this, right?"

Linda frowned.

"well--"

Chi Chan sighed, sighing for her new deskmate.

In the previous life, when Xiao Chi Chan was assigned to the same class as Ji Si Yuan, everyone in the class seemed quite normal.

They might talk about Ji Siyuan in private and confess their feelings, but they weren't as enthusiastic as Class 7.

Compared to this, the students in Class 7 do seem quite abnormal!

"well--"

Linda sighed, feeling sorry for her new deskmate.

Shu Jia, that noisy brat, not only glanced at Ji Siyuan during class, but also kept talking non-stop.

He even had to chat with her during class.

Linda really couldn't handle this kind of overly familiar person.

Just as Chi Chan had guessed, Ji Siyuan went to the homeroom teacher Lao Qiu's office to bring up the matter of changing seats.

"Ji Siyuan, I heard you're the only student in the whole school who can choose your class. I'd like to hear why you chose our Class 7?"

After listening to Ji Siyuan's request, Lao Qiu's expression didn't change at all; instead, he raised this question.

I won it by drawing lots!

Upon hearing this, Old Qiu's face clearly showed a hint of surprise: "Oh! You didn't have a preferred class, so you chose to draw lots and ended up with our Class 7?"

"yes."

"Why do you want to change seats? Did you have a conflict with your new deskmate?"

"No, I don't want to sit with anyone else!"

Ji Siyuan uttered a brief sentence.

"The classroom is only so big, there's no extra space if you want to sit alone!"

"We can make room for you near the podium. Would you like to sit there?"

Old Qiu was telling the truth.

Each class at the No. 1 Middle School in the city has about 50 students, and the classroom size is just right for that size.

High school students have so many books and materials that they can't all fit on their desks, so they have to put them on the desks and the floor.

Therefore, every classroom is packed full of people and books at a glance.

Ji Siyuan wanted to sit alone, either with the trash can in the corner or by the podium.

Currently, Ji Siyuan and Chi Chan have been randomly assigned to the last row of Class 7.

In the last class, even this seat in the last row of the classroom couldn't stop the students from craning their necks to look back at him with enthusiasm.

If he were sitting on the podium, he would truly be like a monkey in a zoo, being stared at from morning till night.

Thinking of this, Ji Siyuan's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Old Qiu could tell what Ji Siyuan was thinking just by looking at his expression: "You don't want to sit by the podium? I can't exactly make Chi Chan go there! You're the one who wants to change seats, why should she leave?"

Ji Siyuan pursed his lips. He didn't want either of the two options Lao Qiu had given him. As for sitting next to someone else in the class, Ji Siyuan thought of the looks everyone had given him in the last class and immediately dismissed the idea.

Compared to him, his new deskmate was actually quite good; at least he wasn't being looked at like he was a monkey.

In the end, Ji Siyuan accepted Chi Chan as his deskmate.

The school bell rang, and Ji Siyuan returned to the classroom almost right on time.

After Ji Siyuan pulled out a chair and sat down, Chi Chan secretly observed him out of the corner of her eye.

Apart from looking a little cold, everything else was normal.

Chi Chan was puzzled.

A cold face is Ji Siyuan's everyday expression.

It's impossible to tell what happened before.

So, did Ji Siyuan actually go to talk to the homeroom teacher about changing seats?

Did the negotiations go smoothly?

After a brief moment of hesitation, Chi Chan gave up on guessing.

The homeroom teacher's class is about to start; you'll find out when the teacher arrives.

The bell rang, and Lao Qiu entered Class 7's classroom right on time.

Unlike the rigid and serious Jiang Jiawen, the new homeroom teacher was a middle-aged male teacher who was neither balding nor had a big belly, and he didn't casually carry a cup of herbal tea.

He was tall and thin, with a straight back, wearing a simple striped polo shirt and black casual pants.

As soon as I entered, a student greeted me warmly, "Old Qiu!"

"Old Qiu!"

"Old Qiu is here!"

"Old Qiu, you've finally arrived! You'd better give me an explanation today!"

"You're right, Lao Qiu, Ji Siyuan was assigned to our class. Why didn't you say so sooner!"

"Yeah, I just threw on some clothes and came to school today. If I had known that Ji Siyuan was in our class, I definitely wouldn't have dressed like this!"

"At least you wore something normal. I was going to be late today, so I just threw on a T-shirt, only to realize it was my dad's old man's shirt after I left!"

"..."

Are they sitting in the classroom, getting ready for class?

Are you sure you didn't accidentally stumble into some brother-sister chat group or a tea party with close friends?

Chi Chan and Lin Da looked up from their books, both completely bewildered.

In their past lives, one of them was obsessed with studying, and the other was timid and insecure, so they didn't recognize the middle-aged male teacher in front of them at all.

But judging from the behavior of the other students, this "Old Qiu" should be—

Pretty good, right?

I just came to this conclusion.

Old Qiu then spoke up.

"Hey—Zuo Xinya, Gao Zitong, Yun Ying, Shu Jia, Li Bai, tsk tsk—how come you guys, the most mischievous ones, all stayed in my class and weren't assigned elsewhere!"

"I can't bear to part with you!"

Someone answered.

Old Qiu was both amused and exasperated: "Don't try that on me! I wish you all would just leave already!"

After joking around, Lao Qiu continued, "I was really lucky with the class assignments this time. Ji Siyuan and Lin Da, two top students, were both assigned to our class. The teachers in the other classes must be so envious of me!"

"Students from other classes will be so envious of us!"

Some students chimed in from below.

Old Qiu nodded in agreement: "Let them be envious! Since we've all been destined to be in Class 7, we'll all be part of Class 7 from now on."

Let me make this clear from the start: in my class, you must follow one rule!

"Absolutely comply, mission accomplished!"

"Don't worry, I'll protect Ji Siyuan's chastity!"

"Why be so blunt? We need to handle things internally and unite against external threats, understand?"

"Yes, yes, yes, internally manage, united against external forces! You really know how to use words!"

"..."

Hearing these audacious words, Chi Chan was speechless.

He glanced again at Ji Siyuan beside him.

Sure enough, Ji Siyuan's face turned completely black.

Chi Chan felt that the class she had been assigned to seemed unreliable.

Class teacher Lao Qiu?

He seems like a nice person.

Judging from the familiar tone of the students from Class 7 when chatting with Lao Qiu, you can tell that Lao Qiu is the kind of teacher who can get along well with students.

Old Qiu must have a very forthright personality.

Otherwise, the students from the original Class 7 wouldn't have so easily 'spoke outrageous remarks'.