Chapter 2 Admission to High School
The sun shone on the street, and Yang Mian walked briskly towards Lingcheng High School.
This school was the new home that Yang Wencheng carefully arranged for her after she was recognized.
Before this, she had been studying in an ordinary high school, but now the change in her identity has brought about major changes in her educational path.
Yang Wencheng felt that if his own daughter was still studying in an ordinary high school, it would be a disgrace to him, so he sent her to Lingcheng High School without hesitation.
Yang Mian learned from the original owner's memory that he was assigned to Class 13.
However, due to various complicated reasons, she never had the opportunity to go to Class 13.
Today is the day she reports to school, and a new life is about to begin in this unfamiliar campus.
As soon as I stepped into the classroom, my ears were instantly overwhelmed by a burst of noisy noise.
Sure enough, this is the legendary worst class in senior year!
There were only thirty students in the class, but each of them looked like they were destined to become cannon fodder on the battlefield.
It's already this critical moment of senior year in high school, but look at these guys, they are so lazy and nonchalant!
Some girls were carefully applying lipstick and eye shadow in front of a small mirror, as if this was not a classroom but their private dressing room;
Some people stare at their mobile phone screens with their heads down, oblivious to the people around them, sliding their fingers non-stop, and completely immersed in the virtual world;
Others were chewing various snacks, eating with relish, completely ignoring their surroundings.
"Everyone be quiet! Today our class welcomes a new student - Yang Mian. Let's applaud and welcome him!" the head teacher shouted at the top of his voice.
However, all he got in response was a lukewarm response, with someone even saying "huh" in disdain, as if they had no interest in the arrival of the new classmate at all.
Faced with such an indifferent reaction, the head teacher couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.
In fact, he knew very well that these students were notorious troublemakers in the school and he had no way to deal with them.
In desperation, the head teacher turned to me and said, "How about this, you choose a seat you like and sit down first."
Yang Mian nodded and said, "Okay, teacher."
She is a student now and should act like a student and give the teacher some face. She also wants to see how the world learns.
The classroom was noisy, with the students' voices mixing together.
Yang Mian appeared to be submissive and obedient, as if she didn't care about anything around her, but her heart was like a deep pool, and she thought to herself: [Tsk tsk tsk tsk, the whole class is shrouded in dark clouds, and everyone is a short-lived ghost. None of them can live beyond two years. How miserable! 】
There was a barely perceptible glimmer of pity and insight in her eyes. In her eyes, these people were like ants whose fate had already been determined in the book of fate, and she was like a bystander, watching it all with cold eyes.
The whole class heard her inner voice, and there seemed to be an unusual restlessness in the air.
Are all the students in the class short-lived? Are you talking about them? ?
"Damn it, who dares to scold me?"
Suddenly, Mo Xingchen, the troublemaker in the class, stood up with a jerk. His already wild hair stood upright as if ignited by anger.
He swept his sharp eyes across the class, and his eyes were like sharp blades, trying to find out the person who had scolded him.
Finally, his eyes fell on Yang Mian, and with full of suspicion and anger, he asked loudly: "Did you scold me?"
Yang Mian didn't even raise his eyelids, but just rolled his eyes at him, his voice cold and disdainful: "Did I speak? Which ear of yours heard me? If your ear is broken, go get it treated."
She has never been a person who would endure things. When she was unhappy, she just fought back directly without giving Mo Xingchen any face at all.
“Hahahaha…” When the classmates saw Mo Xingchen being humiliated, they immediately burst into laughter.
The laughter was like a gust of wind, echoing wildly in the classroom, making Mo Xingchen feel as if he had been slapped hard in the face by the laughter. He felt completely provoked.
In an instant, his reason was devoured by anger, and he reached out to hit Yang Mian. In his opinion, there was no such thing as a gentleman's manners of not hitting a woman. He would not let anyone who dared to provoke him go, no matter who it was.
Yang Mian seemed to have anticipated his move and dodged back lightly.
Mo Xingchen used too much force and missed his target. He fell forward in a mess and landed flat on his face. His classmates laughed even louder. The laughter almost blew the roof of the classroom off.
Yang Mian looked at Mo Xingchen lying on the ground and said in a startling tone: "You haven't even grown all your hair yet, and you want to fight me. You're still a little immature."
Her eyes revealed an innate pride and confidence, as if the word "fear" did not exist in her world.
At this time, Xiao Yangshuo, who had been standing on the podium watching all this, said helplessly to Mo Xingchen: "Okay, go back to your seats. It's already class time. What's the matter?"
There was fatigue and powerlessness in his voice. Facing this group of second-generation rich people every day, he felt like his head was going to explode.
These rich kids relied on their family's power to do whatever they wanted in school, and as their class teacher, he was mostly not teaching and educating them, but constantly dealing with all kinds of troubles they caused.
Mo Xingchen got up from the ground and looked at Yang Mian fiercely. In front of the class teacher, he also said harshly without any scruples: "Don't be complacent too early."
The tone was like that of a wounded little beast that was still baring its fangs and claws, wanting to get its own ground back but being helpless.
Yang Mian just snorted softly and ignored him, as if he was just an insignificant clown.
The farce in the classroom was finally calmed down temporarily under Xiao Yangshuo's efforts to maintain it, but no one knew how many contradictions and conflicts were hidden under this seemingly calm surface and were about to erupt...
[This class teacher's job is so frustrating!] Not only do they have to deal with these second-generation rich kids all day long, but they also have to clean up their messes and wipe their asses from time to time. How pitiful! 】
The whole class was shocked and everyone looked at each other.
What happened to them? Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost? Making a fuss. 】
Yang Mian randomly found an empty seat and sat down. Because it was the worst class in the grade with only thirty students, there were many empty seats.
Why are they all looking at me? What are you looking at me for? Is there a flower on my face? 】
Yang Mian thought to himself.
"Pah"
"Pah"
Some people dropped their water cups, some people dropped their cell phones...
What are these people doing? Weird
It’s incredible. Someone posted a message in the group, “You also heard Yang Mian@#@#, right? ]
[Yes, yes, yes, we are all #@#]
[Damn, this is too fantastic!] Those words must have been blocked, it feels like there is something preventing us from speaking out]
[That’s right, I can’t type it out either, but you all know what it means, right? ]
[Understand]
[Understand]
[Understand]
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