In early autumn, the campus is lush with foliage and a hundred flowers blooming.

Energetic students appeared from all directions, and the sounds of conversation and complaints rang out frequently, until the bell rang for class, which ended the energetic early morning.

The homeroom teacher of Class F routinely appeared in front of the class door a quarter of an hour late, and she didn't expect that she had just stood outside the door when she heard the sound of reading aloud inside.

Teacher Wang paused, and subconsciously took two steps back.

He turned his head sideways and looked at the door number diagonally above.

That's right!

It's the F class she brings!

Could it be that she hasn't woken up yet?

Teacher Wang stood in place, faintly doubting life.

Class F of the first year of high school, the most famous class in the whole school.

Unlike every grade, the Rocket Class is where the genius gathers.

The families of the students in Class F are basically powerful families.

That is...

A rallying point for thorns!

Although this semester has only just begun, and it is the first time for Ms. Wang to lead such a special class, with her experience these days, she has a deep understanding of the school's tolerance for Class F, so she deliberately arrived a quarter of an hour late.

So that those students who are willing to copy their homework have time to copy their homework.

Let those students who didn't sleep well catch up on some sleep.

But who is going to tell her now what the sound of reading aloud is?

Teacher Wang silently wiped his face, suppressed the curiosity in his heart, cleared his throat, and stepped into the class with the same steady pace as usual.

Suddenly, he walked to the podium without squinting.

The eyes were inadvertently lifted.

When Mr. Wang slowly took the scene below into his eyes...

Her serious face, which she had finally collapsed, cracked.

The F class, which used to be a chicken, flying and dog-jumping, was peaceful.

There is no copying homework, no sleeping, no playing games.

There is no textbook flying all over the sky and the two of them are fighting fiercely.

Even though most of the students' hair is still colorful, they are obediently reading in the morning at this time, and there is no trace of reluctance on their faces not to say that they are still reading.

Σ(⊙▽⊙“a！

This world is fantastic!

Well, before I came to take Class F, I was brainwashed by the principal and the director, and I still can't accept Teacher Wang, who must be gentle with the students in Class F.

"Students, what's wrong with you?" She has a bad heart, don't scare her!

Teacher Wang was just about to talk to the students who were running in the style of painting and pushed them into the usual style of painting mode, when the second biggest thorn in the class suddenly stood up and winked at her: "Shhhhhhh Read well! ”

After speaking, the boy who kindly reminded the teacher didn't care about the teacher's petrified face, quietly turned his head, and glanced at Chu Ci, who had no expression, and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's okay, it's okay, the big guy is not angry.

After the boy sat down, the strange morning reading continued.

Teacher Wang still didn't come back to her senses, until the voice that had been brainwashing her some time ago sounded outside, and Teacher Wang subconsciously followed the prestige.

There was another person who first noticed the voices of the principal and director.

That's the impatient waiting.

I haven't touched a book for several years, let alone read aloud according to the content of the book, Chu Ci is at an angle that no one notices, and the corners of his mouth quickly hook up a strange arc.

"The two ladies can rest assured that our school has a high degree of freedom, and it will definitely not restrict the development of children, not to mention that Ning is so good, and the transfer will not have half an impact, and I will let the teacher pay more attention to it when the time comes."

The sound gradually became clearer, and the content accurately reached everyone's ears.

Some of the gossipy classmates pricked up their ears to listen.

Combined with the meaning between the words, everyone quickly came to a conclusion.

There are suspicious transfer students outside the door.

Greeted by the principal and the director in person, it's either a little genius who goes to the rocket class or a thorn in the head of their F class, but listening to the principal's baby posture...

Tut!

The rocket class is undoubtedly there!