chapter -2

Lu Xingci's sarcasm was harsh but polite.

The atmosphere was subtle.

The Duan Jiayan's gaze was fixed on him. Song Yi's scalp tingled at his half-smile. She didn't know what Lu Xingci was thinking.

The Duan Jiayan's lips moved slightly. His eyes curled up as if he wanted to say something.

Song Yi thought to herself, It's here. The battle of Mount Tianwang is about to start —

"What are you all standing here for?"

The homeroom teacher's voice suddenly interrupted.

"Are you all gathered here for a meeting? The flag-raising ceremony is about to begin. " The homeroom teacher of Class 10, Jo Minjun, was responsible for teaching Chinese. The first person she saw was the Duan Jiayan, who was dressed differently from everyone else. "Duan Jiayan, where's your school uniform?"

Seeing that the teacher had arrived, the Duan Jiayan lowered his eyes. "I forgot to bring it."

"Students from the discipline department, write down his name." After Jo Minjun finished talking to the two girls, she turned around and reminded him, "Don't forget next time. Tell me, how much time do you have to wear your school uniform properly?"

Seeing that Lu Xingci had left, the Duan Jiayan, who had been full of fighting spirit, suddenly lost his momentum. He hummed a little dejectedly.

Jo Minjun and his mother were university classmates. Sometimes, when his mother remembered, she would ask Jo Minjun about the Duan Jiayan's situation in school. In front of Jo Minjun, the Duan Jiayan was relatively well-behaved.

Jo Minjun looked at him and whispered, "What conflict did you have with him?"

The Duan Jiayan looked up.

"Don't cause trouble," Jo Minjun reminded him. "You're in your second year of high school, okay?"

Seeing that he agreed, Jo Minjun hurried back to the front of Class 10.

No. 1 Middle School was the best private high school in Ning City. Every year, countless students wanted to enroll in it.

Since the establishment of the school, this batch of teachers had been particularly strong. Especially Class 10. The school had allocated the best teaching resources to this class for no other reason than Lu Xingci was studying there.

In addition to the top students of No. 1 Middle School in Class 10, there were also some young masters and young ladies who used their connections to get in. Jo Minjun was able to manage such a special class. As the head teacher, her ability was obvious to all.

At least the Duan Jiayan had become much more obedient under her command.

After the flag-raising ceremony, Duan Jiayan and Song Yi did not want to go back to class. When they were called by the boys from Class Three, Duan Jiayan asked a few of his classmates to play basketball with Class Three.

After almost two classes, the boys were tired and sat lazily on the bench to rest.

The Duan Jiayan raised his head to drink the water. His Adam's apple bobbed as his long legs touched the ground. His entire body was relaxed.

A boy from Class Three asked, "Brother Duan, what's up with Du Xuchen from the sports class? When we met today, he was still yelling that you were trying to court his goddess. He obviously liked Jiang Qinian first. "

Before the Duan Jiayan could say anything, Song Yi laughed. "Du Xuchen is a loser, right? There's a hierarchy when it comes to chasing girls. Do you want to line up to get a number? "

Everyone laughed, including the Duan Jiayan.

The boy who asked first laughed. "I just mentioned it to Brother Duan. Du Xuchen said he couldn't stand you and was looking for a chance to mess with you."

"Our Xiao Duan is not afraid of that loser."

"Du Xuchen is nothing. He's just an idiot."

"Ah." Someone said, "Did the Duan Jiayan have a conflict with Lu Xingci today?"

"No." The Duan Jiayan thought for a moment. "He asked me to go back to get my uniform. I didn't want to go."

"I was there." A boy from Class Ten interrupted. "The class monitor was a little scary. When he smiled, I broke out in cold sweat."

"Duan Jiayan, you can do it." The boy from Class Three continued. He still had a lingering fear when he thought of the scene in the morning. "You even dared to talk back to him. Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

Song Yi tried to smooth things over. "What's there to talk about? Do you really think he's as unreasonable as you? If you had some special privileges, wouldn't you be able to fly to heaven? "

"Hahahaha. If my family was half as good as his, I wouldn't just fly to heaven, I would also go to the sea."