The head teacher had never seen a student with such a "personality", and for a moment he was speechless.
The students in the class were amused by their conversation.
“Hahahahahaha…”
“That’s hilarious!”
Some students with low sense of humor laughed so hard that their stomachs hurt.
The head teacher blushed and, pretending to be calm, shouted angrily, "Quiet! Where is your classroom discipline?"
When the students in the class heard this, they immediately restrained themselves, but they still looked like they were trying to hold back their laughter, which looked a bit funny.
Mu Yin still had an indifferent expression, and there was a hint of impatience in his eyes.
The head teacher looked a little uncomfortable: "Ahem, Mu Yin, please go to the last row of seats and choose a seat."
"good."
Mu Yin walked to the last row, took a look, and his eyes unconsciously fixed on Mo Jing for a moment, then he sat down in the empty seat next to Mo Jing.
Mo Jing raised his eyebrows.
After Mu Yin sat down, all the boys and girls in the class looked in their direction. Some of the girls had surprise in their eyes and couldn't hide their affection for him.
The head teacher looked at Mo Jing and said, "Mo Jing, the new student doesn't have a textbook yet. Please show him yours first."
"Okay, head teacher." Mo Jing agreed with a smile.
The homeroom teacher taught Chinese. After introducing the transfer student, he began the class, saying, "Everyone, please open the classical Chinese text we discussed last time..."
Mo Jing took out the Chinese textbook, opened the classical Chinese article that the head teacher was explaining, and pushed half of it towards Mu Yin.
"Classmate, let's..."
Before Mo Jing could finish speaking, Mu Yin reached out and pulled his book onto his desk.
Mo Jing choked: "..."
"Classmate, this is my book!" Mo Jing explained in a low voice, "It's not for you! I'm just sharing it with you!"
Mu Yin stared at the Chinese textbook without looking away and ignored him.
Mo Jing was speechless. He immediately reached out to take his Chinese textbook back. Then Mu Yin raised his hand and pressed down on the textbook to prevent him from taking it back.
"Don't go too far!" Mo Jing was furious and tried to get his book back again, but it was torn with a sound.
The Chinese textbook is torn!
Mo Jing's pupils shrank slightly, and he was about to lose his temper, but Mu Yin took the initiative to push the Chinese textbook onto his desk.
"Don't think that I will..." forgive you! His words stopped abruptly because Mu Yin took out a hundred-yuan bill from his trouser pocket and placed it on top of the Chinese textbook.
"Are you bribing me?" Mo Jing felt a slight toothache. Just when he was about to tell the head teacher about this, Mu Yin slowly took out a crumpled hundred-yuan bill from his other trouser pocket and put it on his Chinese textbook.
“It’s great to be rich!”
Mo Jing gritted his teeth.
Mu Yin looked at him coldly, without saying a word, his eyes seeming to say, "If two hundred yuan can't buy you off, then keep making trouble!"
Mo Jing was struggling internally, he couldn't give in for money!
Absolutely not!
Mo Jing reached out and grabbed the two hundred yuan, as if he had made a difficult decision. Under Mu Yin's contemptuous gaze, Mo Jing's expression was painful, but he quickly stuffed the two hundred yuan into his trouser pocket.
It's okay to give in for two hundred yuan.
"Heh." Mu Yin sneered.
Mo Jing looked at his torn Chinese textbook with a sorrowful expression and murmured softly, "I'm sorry for you. I will glue you back together..."
Suddenly, a powerful voice sounded.
"Mo Jing!"
Mo Jing was startled. He looked up and saw his homeroom teacher walking towards him quickly. As he walked, he asked, "What are you mumbling about here? Are you bullying the new students?"
Mo Jing looked panicked. He subconsciously wanted to put away his Chinese textbook, but he was a second too late. The torn Chinese textbook was pressed down by the head teacher.
The head teacher's face darkened when he saw this scene. He asked, "What are you doing? How did your Chinese textbook become like this? Even if you don't like studying, you can't treat books like this!"
Mo Jing's expression changed. He turned his head to glance at Mu Yin. Mu Yin's expression was as steady as an old dog. He was not moved at all, as if the disaster that happened to the Chinese textbook had nothing to do with him.
This guy is so hateful!
Mo Jing sensed the teacher's anger. He stood up, lowered his head, and quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind. Then he looked up and said excitedly, "Teacher, I'm wronged. Didn't you ask me to give half of the books to the new students?"
head teacher:"……"
The head teacher looked at him with complicated eyes and slowly shook his head.
"It's hard for me to teach you this level of comprehension!"
Mo Jing smiled apologetically and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
The head teacher yelled angrily, "Xiao Xiao Xiao, get out of here and stand there in the corner! Also, I'll make you clean the classroom for a week!"
"No, head teacher..." Mo Jing's face fell and he pleaded quickly.
But I got a ruthless answer from the head teacher.
"go."
Mo Jing gritted his teeth and glanced at Mu Yin with a subtle look.
Well, for the sake of two hundred dollars, he took the blame!
Mo Jing went to stand in the corner as punishment.
Mu Yin consciously took his torn Chinese textbook and pieced it together with difficulty.
When the head teacher saw this scene, he nodded with satisfaction. He thought that Mu Yin must be a studious child.
After he walked up to the podium, Mu Yin took Mo Jing's pen without hesitation and wrote and drew on the Chinese textbook with a serious expression.
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