Quick Travel: Who taught you how to attack villains like this?

Time flies, and more than two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the early morning, sunlight shines into the classroom through the windows, illuminating every corner.

It is morning reading time now, and the students are immersed in the ocean of knowledge, reading silently or reciting chapters from the textbook.

Song Yichen sat upright in his seat, tightly holding the slightly old Chinese textbook in his hand, reciting the text with full concentration.

His eyes were focused and determined, as if he wanted to imprint every word in the book deeply in his mind.

However, in sharp contrast to him was his deskmate Yu Yan, who was seen lying lazily on the table with her eyes closed, as if she was enjoying a sweet dream.

Song Yichen was secretly worried, fearing that the Chinese teacher who went to the toilet would suddenly come back.

So, while he was trying hard to recite the text, he would occasionally look out the window, paying close attention to every move outside. Since their seats were right next to the window, they could clearly see what was happening in the corridor by just slightly raising their heads.

Just a few minutes later, Song Yichen's sharp eyes caught the figure of the head teacher appearing in the distance.

His heart tightened, and he quickly retracted his gaze. Without hesitation, he reached out and gently patted Yu Yan's arm, lowering his voice and shouting anxiously: "Yan Yan, the head teacher is here, wake up quickly, don't sleep anymore!"

Almost at the same moment, Yu Yan suddenly raised her head as if under a spell.

Her originally hazy eyes instantly became bright and lively. At the same time, she picked up a Chinese textbook beside her and began to read aloud at the top of her voice. She looked so devoted and serious.

Tuanzi, who was standing by and watching the whole process, could not help but be stunned, and secretly sighed in his heart: "...This series of actions is so skillful!"

However, he also felt a little guilty, after all, it was he who insisted on dragging Yu Yan to watch the four-hour movie in the middle of the night yesterday.

To be honest, that movie is really bad. He watched it purely because of its length.

A few minutes later, the classroom, which had been a little noisy, suddenly became silent - it turned out that the head teacher walked up to the podium.

She just clapped her hands gently and glanced at the students sitting below, as if hinting at something.

Soon, the students who were originally whispering to each other quieted down and turned their eyes to the serious-looking teacher at the podium.

Then, the head teacher cleared his throat and said, "Attention, students! Today we have a new member in our class. Please welcome this new student with warm applause!"

Before he finished speaking, thunderous applause broke out from the audience.

At this time, Song Yichen, who had been looking down at the book, slowly raised his head and looked towards the podium.

This glance was not a big deal, but it made him completely stunned - it turned out that the little boy standing next to the head teacher with a schoolbag on his back and looking very well-behaved and cute was actually Meng Huaian!

In an instant, Song Yichen's face turned as pale as paper, as if he was hit by an invisible force; and his eyes, which were originally bright and lively, also lost their luster, leaving only endless darkness and despair.

Then, he hung his head like a deflated ball and never said another word.

Although he didn't have any expectations of his mother, it didn't mean that he wouldn't be sad about what she did.

During this month, she always came over and said that she didn't want to get divorced, but whenever there was any problem between the father and son, she would immediately come over and ask her father not to be angry and to be more generous.

Song Yichen didn't understand. They were the ones who were looking for trouble all day long, so why did they ask their father to be more generous? Besides, his father didn't want to pay attention to them at all.

At the same time, Yu Yan, who was sitting next to Song Yichen, naturally noticed the situation on the podium.

She couldn't help but frown, turned around and asked Song Yichen, "Do you need me to teach you how to fight? If that guy dares to run up to you and mess around, beat him to death."

After saying this, Yu Yan deliberately clenched her fist, indicating that using force to subdue people is very effective.

Song Yichen looked at her fist, and suddenly thought of the day when Meng Yuxiao was kicked away, and he smiled.

Seeing him smile, Yu Yan also breathed a sigh of relief.

She really didn't know how to comfort an injured child!

On the podium, Meng Huaian saw Yu Yan and Song Yichen sitting together at a glance.

There was a hint of evil in his eyes, and then he smiled, pointed at Yu Yan, and said to the head teacher: "Teacher, can I sit with her?"

Before the head teacher spoke, Yu Yan spoke first: "I won't sit with sissies."

She was referring to the long hair that Meng Huaian had.

Because Meng Yuxiao and Meng Huaian, father and son, were ancient people, they always believed that their bodies and hair are inherited from their parents.

Even in modern times, he still refuses to cut his hair.

There was no other way, Zhou Wanzi could only let them do what they wanted.

Yu Yan looked coldly at Meng Huaian, whose face was ashen, and sneered in her heart.

She hadn't even looked for him yet, but he had already come to her doorstep to be tortured!

Yu Yan's status in the class was so high that as soon as she finished speaking, the naughty boys in the class could no longer hold back.

"Hahaha, yes, sissy."

"We're not sitting with sissies!"

"Only girls would grow their hair that long. It's so effeminate."

"..."

The classroom suddenly became lively, with sarcastic remarks coming one after another.

Meng Huaian originally had the temper of a young master. After hearing this, he couldn't help but shouted subconsciously: "How dare you call me a sissy? I will chop you off."

Because of his words, the classroom suddenly burst into laughter again.

Seeing this, the head teacher patted the podium with a serious expression and said, "Everyone's aesthetic taste is different. I must respect it and not give students nicknames."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the angry Meng Huaian, then at Yu Yan, who had started to speak in a sissy way, and felt a headache.

"Yu Yan, stop talking nonsense."

After the head teacher finished speaking, he arranged Meng Huaian to sit in another seat.

Meng Huaian was reluctant at first, but when he thought that this was no longer the palace, and he had learned more about the modern world during this period, he tactfully shut up.

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