Chapter 188 Extra: Metamorphosis (11)
As required by the program team, the three guests had to experience school life in the town's middle school for two weeks.
After discussions between the production team and the local school, the three guests ended up in the same class that Cong Chun attended: Class 1 of the first year of high school.
The middle school in the town usually only has two classes, which is not enough for the students.
Of course, the three guests are of different ages, with only Duan Mingxiao still being a junior high school student. However, the production team simply wanted them to experience the hardships of daily study and life for junior high school students in the town.
I don't expect these guests to learn anything, so I put them all in Class 1 of Grade 11.
After finishing breakfast, Cong Chun had already taken his seat in the classroom.
He first took all the books out of his schoolbag and then arranged them neatly on his desk.
Although Cong Chun is not as tall as Duan Mingxiao, he is considered tall in their class.
Grandpa and Grandma usually try to find ways to nourish him, since they raise a lot of chickens at home and there's no shortage of eggs.
Cong Chun also gets an extra box of milk every day; in short, his meals are much better than most of his classmates'.
In fact, most of the students in the class came from families much better off than Cong's. However, these families usually had more children, and they also felt that studying was pointless and didn't care much about their children, thinking that providing them with three meals a day was enough.
Therefore, they were not as willing to spend money on Cong Chun as his grandparents.
Even the fact that Cong Chun receives pocket money every month is a rare thing in this small town.
Although it wasn't much money, only ten yuan, Cong Chun didn't tell anyone, otherwise his classmates would definitely have asked him for the money.
This morning, while eating by the stove, Cong Chun specifically asked Duan Mingxiao his age and learned that the other was actually younger than him.
Cong Chun had an egg stuffed in his mouth at the time and almost choked.
He originally thought Duan Mingxiao was an older student, which explained his height.
Who knows, I might grow this tall by the time I'm a senior in high school.
Cong Chun fell asleep with these beautiful fantasies, but when she woke up this morning, her dreams were shattered.
So Duan Mingxiao's height is natural.
The young master next to him had a sore back from sleeping on a hard bed all night, and there were faint dark circles under his eyes.
Seeing Cong Chun's slightly surprised look, a secret sense of satisfaction rose in his heart.
Fine, I'll reluctantly send him to school today and see where this little idiot is studying.
We're going to run away tonight!
[Holy crap, this guy with the firecracker is a ninth grader? He's so tall, is he crazy?]
[I'm filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment; it's absolutely true.]
No, I originally thought that this ordinary person surnamed Duan was the oldest among the three guests, but it turns out he's the youngest.
[As expected of a middle school student, they have so much energy.]
[My God, he's younger than Jiang Feng, how come he's so much taller?]
After finishing breakfast, Cong Chun said goodbye to his grandparents, then put on his schoolbag and walked to school in town early in the morning.
The other guests were taken to the town's middle school by the production team.
At this moment, Cong Chun sat down and, as expected, found something in his desk drawer that didn't belong there.
Sometimes it's a few dead flies, sometimes it's ugly graffiti, but today it's a live caterpillar.
Not far away, several male students were secretly observing Cong Chun's reaction.
Cong Chun quietly rummaged through his schoolbag and pulled out a tissue, then picked up the caterpillar through the tissue.
Because the classroom was on the first floor, Cong Chun went to the window, bent down from the window, and gently tossed the caterpillar into the flower bed.
Cong Chun couldn't help but wonder if the caterpillar had been stunned by his tossing.
Sorry, caterpillar.
He recognized it as a butterfly larva, which is commonly found among the weeds in the field.
Several boys nearby were somewhat surprised. Then one of them suddenly slammed his hand on the table, making a loud noise that attracted the attention of all the students in the class. The boy then stood up and pointed at Cong Chun.
The boy also made a sarcastic hissing sound.
"Ugh, he's disgusting."
"They actually used their hands to catch the bugs."
"Don't go near him, he's filthy and might be poisonous."
As soon as he finished speaking, many boys around him echoed his sentiments, speaking in a sarcastic tone.
The boy's name is He Yuan. He is the class monitor of Class 1, Grade 11. He is popular and well-connected at school and is favored by some teachers.
The only small supermarket in town was owned by his father, and it was quite well-equipped.
The boy's family has a computer and a smartphone that his elders have outgrown. On weekends, some of the boys in the class go to He Yuan's house to play on the computer.
Therefore, when they first entered school and were electing a class monitor, most of the boys in the class voted for He Yuan.
Cong Chun ignored those people; the more he tried to engage with them, the more enthusiastic they became.
He Yuan was not happy to see this, and the boy wanted to continue to make sarcastic remarks.
Unexpectedly, the homeroom teacher, Liu Meifang, entered the classroom early today. However, this time the students no longer avoided her gaze, but instead all looked at her.
Because the homeroom teacher was followed by three unfamiliar faces.
I had heard rumors that a TV program was going to film at the school, and that some of the guests would be well-known celebrities.
However, none of the students believed it, after all, what kind of TV crew would come to their poor middle school to film? Most of them had never watched variety shows.
Smartphones are not common among these students, simply because they can't afford them; many of their elders are still farming.
Most people either have a landline at home or carry a mobile phone that can only send text messages and make calls.
Therefore, most of the celebrities they know are those they've seen on television.
I never imagined that the middle school in this rural town would have such poor conditions, and so few students.
When I was in school, there were usually more than ten classes per grade, but here there are only two.
[Jiang Jiang, such a kind-hearted baby, must be feeling really bad right now. She'll have to donate money again when she gets back, wuwu.]
[I saw the Cong family's little brother in the corner; he's so cute.]
Before the homeroom teacher could even introduce the students, all eyes turned to the podium.
Transfer students are a rare occurrence in any school.
One of the boys, with his silver-white hair, naturally attracted the most attention. There was curiosity and envy. Duan Mingxiao was wearing a simple dark short-sleeved shirt. He had just casually pulled two pieces out of his suitcase in the morning and put them on. Fortunately, they were both basic styles, so they didn't look out of place.
His pocket was his schoolbag.
The boy was tall and thin, with fair skin and delicate features, looking exactly like a model in a magazine. Some people even thought he was of mixed race.
Cong Chun also looked up at the stage, but some students in front of him stood up involuntarily, blocking his view, because they wanted to see more clearly.
For some reason, Cong Chun felt a surge of joy the moment she saw Duan Mingxiao.
Following that, the homeroom teacher briefly introduced the three students to the class, explaining that they would be studying with everyone for a period of time. As soon as she finished speaking, she was warmly welcomed by the students.
Cong Chun also joined in the applause.
As soon as Duan Mingxiao entered the classroom, he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose, but the young master didn't show it on his face.
The smell in this classroom is a bit too strong.
Boys of this age are sometimes careless; when they get home, they fall asleep as soon as they're tired, leaving a foul smell in the air.
However, when Duan Mingxiao came in, he immediately noticed Cong Chun.
This fool is sitting in the corner, quite eye-catching, like a small green bamboo.
When Cong Chun saw Duan Mingxiao looking in his direction, he happily raised the corners of his lips and waved enthusiastically to the man, like a little seal.
Duan Mingxiao found it somewhat amusing, but on the surface he maintained the aloof and handsome demeanor of a male god.
The homeroom teacher kindly asked the three transfer students to introduce themselves.
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