Rule 1, Article 8: Teachers will not ask students to leave the classroom. If a teacher makes such a request, you can refuse.

Rule 2, Part 1: Nothing should take precedence over studying.

Bai Sang pursed her lips tightly before speaking.

"Teacher, I want to study in the classroom."

The math teacher's eyes slowly moved back, she glanced at Bai Sang, and nodded stiffly.

Bai Sang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The phrase "I want to study" is useful no matter where you are.

Seeing everyone lining up to leave, Bai Sang sat on a stool, looking at her textbook.

The textbook was full of distorted lines, and Bai Sang couldn't understand a single word. Perhaps infected by Bai Sang's worried look, Gu Yuan actually came over and started explaining it to Bai Sang.

"Gu Yuan, you look quite like a teacher."

After learning a few commonly used characters, Bai Sang looked at Gu Yuan.

Gu Yuan sneered again.

"I was a professor at Tsinghua and Peking Universities before I died."

He pointed to the lines he had just mentioned and asked Bai Sang to identify them.

Bai Sang was too shocked to answer immediately, but Gu Yuan's sarcasm followed right away.

"They say women with big breasts are brainless, but just because you don't have big breasts doesn't mean you're smart."

Bai Sang accurately recognized the group of lines without even looking up.

"If Professor Gu would believe such foolish words, then his title of professor is undeserved."

Silence spread between the two.

Bai Sang recognized twenty strange characters and stood up to look towards the playground.

On the playground, the students in the class were lined up in a square, raising their hands and legs like puppets, doing gymnastics in a stiff manner.

Seemingly aware of Bai Sang's gaze, they suddenly kept their right hands raised, looked up at Bai Sang in unison.

It looked as if all the students on the playground were pointing at Bai Sang.

Bai Sang felt a buzzing in her head, and the scene before her eyes was spinning.

She opened her mouth unconsciously, but couldn't utter a single word.

Behind her, a cold hand rested on her shoulder.

The unusual feeling receded like the tide. Bai Sang took a deep breath, abruptly took a few steps back, and turned her head.

Gu Yuan's expressionless face was inches away.

"Thank you, Professor Gu."

Gu Yuan turned his head and looked towards the door.

The girl with the buzz cut reappeared, her eyes fixed on Bai Sang's fair and delicate hands.

"Basketball, my basketball."

Bai Sang walked to the classroom door, took out a 50-yuan ghost money note, placed it on the ground, and turned to walk towards his seat.

The girl with the buzz cut saw the ghost money, pounced on it, picked it up, and carefully put it in her pocket.

"Be careful, they're all lying to you."

After receiving the ghost money, the girl with the buzz cut uttered these words and then hopped away from the classroom door.

them?

who are they?

The students who were doing their morning exercises returned quickly.

They seemed much more lively than before, as if they had become exceptionally energetic after going out for some exercise.

"Bai Sang, come out with me for a moment."

After everyone returned in line, the Chinese teacher stood at the classroom door and waved to Bai Sang.

Bai Sang walked to the door, and the Chinese teacher looked her up and down. "Come to my office with me."

The office was to the right of the classroom, still within the teaching building. Bai Sang didn't say anything and followed the Chinese teacher into the office.

The teachers in the office were all staring intently at the stacks of homework in front of them.

"Why did you get such a simple question wrong? Why weren't you paying attention in class?"

"You said you wrote carefully, so why is your handwriting so messy?"

As the teacher watched, her eyes reddened, her hands gripped the corner of the table tightly, and she slammed her forehead heavily against the table.

His forehead was lacerated and bleeding, but not a drop of blood flowed out.

The Chinese teacher seemed to be used to it; she looked at Bai Sang as if she hadn't seen anything.

"It's good that you ask to study during the break between classes."

“A good student like you will definitely be able to work at Super Future Group in the future.”

Super Future Group?

"Teacher, Super Future Group is..."

Bai Sang blinked, looking completely innocent.

"You know that our school is the 32nd high school established by Super Future Group. Schools like ours are insignificant to Super Future Group."

"Super Future Group has businesses in almost every industry. Teacher, you almost joined the group back then."

The Chinese teacher sighed as she finished speaking.

"Your teacher really likes you. When Super Future Group comes to campus for recruitment next time, your teacher will recommend you to apply."

High school, campus recruitment?

"Teacher, I'm only in high school. I want to learn more before I go for campus recruitment."

The Chinese teacher looked at Bai Sang with strong disapproval.

"Since the group is recruiting at the school, it means that you have met the group's requirements."

"Go back and work hard, and wait for my news."

"These are some test questions I prepared. Take them home and take a good look at them."

Bai Sang could only accept a few notebooks, express her gratitude, and return to the classroom.

The Chinese teacher didn't come to the classroom for some reason during the third period.

Bai Sang casually flipped through the pages and found a thin notebook tucked inside.

Upon opening it, Bai Sang looked at the time marked on it and suddenly realized something.

This is the Chinese teacher's diary!

"Gu Yuan, please translate this for me quickly, there must be clues in it."

If the Chinese teacher finds out, she will definitely come back to find it.

Gu Yuan took it, and his clear voice rang in Bai Sang's ears.

"Today is my first day at Qiangda No. 72 Middle School, and I am determined to be a good teacher."

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