"Really? Is there really no homeroom teacher? Gu's mother was overjoyed when she heard this. That's a good thing, because without a homeroom teacher, it means they don't have to be invited to the office for tea again.

For them, this is not a comfortable thing, and every day they rack their brains to think about how to perfunctory the head teacher. From elementary school to high school, every time they were invited to the office by the homeroom teacher, they had to do a lot of homework.

On the one hand, they are reluctant to teach the baby harshly, and on the other hand, they have to sincerely agree to the head teacher.

But it's good now, the baby has no head teacher, and they can finally indulge as much as they want.

"Ahem, even if the baby is late for class in the future, no one will care, right?" Dad Gu asked.

Baby nodded. "Yes, no one seems to be late this morning, but most of our class is late in the afternoon, and no teacher will care." Baby said.

"After that, our baby won't have to get up so early to go to school every day, and we can sleep a little longer!" Gu's father said again.

Every day, when he sees his daughter getting up as if she hasn't woken up, he wants the baby to go back to sleep for a while.

"Isn't that a bit of a bad idea?" Baby asked.

A little too indulgent, right?

"Anyway, in the future, our baby just cares about how happy he is in the future!"

This parents' way of thinking is fundamentally wrong. Under the care of parents who spoil their children like this, the baby seedling has not grown crooked, which is already a very lucky thing.

Don't expect these two people to figure it out in the future, it will be impossible to teach the baby harshly, for a lifetime.

***

I've been in Class 10 for a week, and everyone in the class was willing to come to school for the first two days, but the more I got to the back, the fewer people came to school.

There were ten people in a whole class, which didn't look like an ordinary senior class at all, and there was no learning atmosphere at all.

"Ah, I really don't want to stay in this class anymore, I want to study hard, I want to go back to my original class, I don't want to be eliminated like this, who can help me."

One of the few students in the class who worked hard every day suddenly fell on the table and shouted loudly.

It sounded like it had collapsed.

The teacher in this class is not responsible, the students are not loved by their classmates, and the principal will not care, even if they want to work hard, go back to the original class, and their own efforts are simply not enough.

"This will know that it is serious, who let you waste last semester, and when you enter this class, you will die, you are not Mu Jingyang, you can't do without it." The girl next to her complained.

Many people also try to leave, but it is like a hellish abyss, no one drags you, you can't climb up at all, and this place has been abandoned by everyone.

As soon as the girl finished complaining, the person started crying.

He estimated that it was only early for Baby and Mu Jingyang to come into this class a month.

After he finished crying, several people like him began to wipe their tears.

If this continues, these people will not hold on any longer, they should all start to crumble, and then they will start to decadent, and at that time, it will be the real abyss of hell. One can already imagine what the future of this group of people will look like.