Having revealed his whereabouts, Mu Tianwang naturally couldn't stay at school any longer. He was extremely devoted to his fans, and even though he was anxious to leave, he still patiently agreed to his classmates' requests for autographs.
Only when the school bell rang, and the students, though reluctant to leave, dared not openly defy the school rules, slowly made their way back to the classroom, turning back every few steps. Mu Tianwang finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly left the school.
The Chinese teacher stood helplessly on the podium, quietly waiting for the students to return.
This is an old man with a receding hairline, full of knowledge and talent. He originally wanted to devote himself to academic research, but unfortunately his only son fell seriously ill. Mingfeng offered him a high salary, so in order to save money for medical expenses, he had no choice but to give up his research dream and come here to teach students.
He particularly liked diligent and hardworking students and disliked the spoiled brats who wasted their time in Mingfeng Lane. However, he was just an ordinary teacher and dared not offend these people.
The old man looked around and, seeing that most of the students were seated, frowned and asked, "Where's Cao Tongyang? Why isn't she in the classroom?"
The class monitor lazily reached out his hand: "Teacher, don't wait, she's outside drawing the bulletin board."
"Why aren't you here to study? What are you doing drawing newspapers outside? Let her in!"
“That won’t do,” the class monitor said matter-of-factly. “The bulletin board is so important. She can’t even think about going into the classroom to listen to the lesson until it’s finished.”
The students burst into laughter.
The old man immediately realized that this was another instance of bullying among the students. He was so angry that he wanted to explode, but seeing the class monitor's smug expression, he had to suppress his anger, feeling a deep sadness in his heart.
In Mingfeng, the class monitors in each class are not chosen solely based on grades and abilities; family background is the most important factor.
The class monitor of Class 3 is a rich kid with a good family background. His family has business dealings with the Huo family, and he has also climbed up to the second young master of the Huo family. Who would dare to offend him?
Moreover, I'm afraid this ostracism might not be led by the class monitor, but more likely instigated by Young Master Huo...
Fine, he'll give Cao Tongyang some extra lessons after school.
What a fine child! How did he manage to offend these spoiled brats? Sigh, who can control them…
The old man was extremely saddened. He was sighing and preparing to turn around and start his lecture when there was a sudden knock on the classroom door.
"Report."
The old man turned around and saw a smiling girl standing in front of the classroom door, giving him an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm late."
"Cao Tongyang! How dare you come in!" The class monitor jumped to his feet, pointing angrily at the door. "Are you disrespecting me? Did you even finish your drawing class? How dare you come in if you didn't finish—"
"Of course I finished drawing." The little girl interrupted calmly but sharply, her smile mocking. "Why didn't the class monitor go out and check on me after class?"
The class monitor choked.
Of course, it's because King Mu has come from outside.
Mu Tianwang does have a lot of fans, but there are still people who aren't his fans. The class monitor doesn't pay much attention to things in the entertainment industry.
Seeing the chaos outside, he didn't even step out of the classroom.
"How could you possibly finish drawing this in just one class period? You must have just scribbled something! What will you say to everyone if you ruin our class bulletin board? Get out of here and redraw it!"
Tong Su raised an eyebrow: "Class monitor, are you sure I can't draw well? Let's not argue here and delay the teacher's class. How about you and I make a bet?"
The squad leader asked, "What kind of bet?"
“Let’s all go out and take a look at the bulletin board outside. Is it good or bad? Does it count as giving the whole class an explanation? If it’s not good, I’ll erase it and redraw it immediately. If it’s good, I won’t ask much of the class monitor. We’ll just do what you told me: the class monitor shouldn’t come to class before the bulletin board competition, okay?”
As soon as he said this, some people in the class started to jeer.
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