New Time In School

As he told Xiaojie earlier, he came to the school to learn knowledge, and he planned to require himself according to the real student code. He never thought of doing anything with the ability of the realm of self-cultivation.

Holding a notebook in one hand and a pen in the other, standing at the door listening to the class, the math teacher felt a little soft-hearted. "Hey classmate, what's your name?"

"My name is Chen Han, sir."

"Chen Han..."

In the first semester of high school, the teacher has changed. Of course, the first class must bring a list of students.

The math teacher took out a document from the folder and looked at it, nodded and said, "Chen Han, 17 years old, from Jiaohe City... just now. Transferred from a neighboring province? Maybe you don't know much about our school. You are also a very serious student. Come in. Remember, don't be late again next time, I hope this is the only time, you know?"

"Thank you, teacher."