"Hiss~~~"
Eileen grabbed her hair and backed away, her pretty face visibly becoming irritated.
Seeing this, Fagga couldn't help but find it amusing and teased, "Is it really that bad?"
"Absolutely! School is so boring, I really want to skip class. But if I skip, Lina will scold me..."
The frustrated little shark stood on tiptoe, then suddenly remembered something and turned to say, "Speaking of which, didn't you also not want to go to class? Remember when you were looking for a job, you couldn't wait for school to end."
"Oh, that was just complaining."
Fagga picked up the cardboard box full of books, then gently kicked his own suitcase, signaling to Ellen to help him pull it out.
Ellen pulled her suitcase over and listened to Fagga say as they walked:
"After all, studying is also a kind of work for me. You know, the tuition at our school is very expensive, right?"
"Oh, right." Eileen suddenly remembered this, her big eyes widening in a slightly bewildered expression: "How did you manage to pay your tuition?"
"Because I have free tuition and receive over ten thousand dinneys in grants every year, going to school is like going to work for me."
Fagga suddenly turned around, shrugged, and said with a wry smile, "The two most annoying things have merged into one."
So that means going out to find a job is half the solution?
Eileen's lips twitched, and she couldn't help but think this.
Hmm, never mind.
Eileen shook her head and followed Fagga out.
I took the bus to get here, and squeezed onto the subway to go back.
Although today was a regular workday, it wasn't rush hour, and the subway wasn't crowded.
Eileen took out her phone, ignoring the cute shark wallpaper on the screen, and opened a chat app to kill time.
"Hey, they're still arguing."
Ailian scrolled through the chat history with her thumb, marveling at her classmates' writing skills.
More than ten minutes passed, and the group chat was still buzzing with discussion.
The anonymous chat history shot up like a rocket. Before Eileen could even finish reading what was sent a second ago, it had already disappeared at the end of the screen, leaving her breathless.
You have to scroll up on the screen to appreciate the love and care that countless students have for their principal.
Countless words of praise filled the screen; the elaborate phrases they were reluctant to use in their essays were all dedicated to their best principal.
Especially the class monitor of Ellen's class, perhaps it was because he publicly praised the principal in the grade group that he felt a little shy.
So he flaunted his literary talent in the class group chat when there was no homeroom teacher, eager to drink and socialize with his classmates.
[Class monitor: Just yesterday, we lost our alma mater, which had been with us for two years.]
[Class Monitor: Although it's built on a mass grave, the principal was so worried about our studies when it was first built that he urged us to speed up the construction. As a result, the structure is unstable and full of holes, and when the evening breeze blows, you can hear a melodious tune.]
[Class Monitor: But this is absolutely not an oversight by the school; it's a wonderful misunderstanding!]
[Class Monitor: Once upon a time, we could only hear composers' imaginations of the underworld in horror videotapes; but now, the school has actually used the power of nature to make people feel like they are there, making one marvel at how worthy this is of being a top ten school in the new Elliott!]
[Class monitor, it's such a pity that our beloved school has been destroyed.]
[Class Monitor: But there's no need to worry or fret. Although our school has received many honors and strong support from New Elidu, the government subsidies we've received are enough to build an even larger school.]
[Class monitor: But who is our principal?]
[Class Monitor: Tennyson represents suffering, hence the headmaster's torment; students are like flowers, hence the headmaster's deep love.]
[Class Monitor: To help our dear classmates enter the halls of learning as soon as possible, we're going back to that school that was converted from a mental hospital!]
[Class monitor: First, they made us listen to music from the underworld, then a void descended, and without any safety measures, it really felt like the underworld. Finally, we dreamt we were back in a mental hospital, washing away all our karmic burdens.]
[Class Monitor: As expected of our principal, such clear and fluent logic! Let's give him a round of applause!]
Ruby: Applause! Class monitor, write ten more Tine!
"...Ha, these guys."
Alan's lips curled into a helpless smile as she shook her head slightly and put down her phone.
"Indeed, once you're free from exams, Chinese is the most beautiful subject."
At this moment, Fagga put his phone back in his bag and then picked up the cardboard box.
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