Zhang Meng was driving the temporary car Lu Hongbin gave to Lu Xiaobu, taking Lu Xiaobu and Wu Qianmin to school.
"Which class am I in again?" Lu Xiaobu asked.
"Young Master, you are in Class 6 of Senior Year Three, known as the gathering spot of scumbags, located on the second floor of the teaching building, first room on the left of the stairs. The four most notorious ones include Liu Changlong, son of our city's richest man; Fu Hu, prince of the Underworld; and Zhou Jingyuan, whose background is a mystery that even I couldn't uncover," Zhang Meng said deliberately, clearly well-prepared.
Wu Qianmin secretly clicked her tongue. Lu Xiaobu's dumb luck is really... something else. Just Zhang Meng's martial prowess alone makes that ten thousand salary worth it.
Moreover, it's only been one night, and he has already grasped the situation in Lu Xiaobu's class and recited it by heart. It's more than just hitting a jackpot; truly befitting a Special Soldier instructor.