Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 24 What did the doctor say?

Looking at the 588 yuan he had received, Fu Chen was truly bewildered.

He joked with the other party, asking what was going on with Yao Zhiai really giving herself to him.

Could it be that she's taken a liking to me?

"Where did you get so much money?" Fu Chen's voice trembled slightly.

You panic when a girl with OD self-harm tattoos and piercings likes you.

Yao Zhi'ai blinked, her long, curved eyelashes peeking out in the morning light: "I went to the police station to get the money I was robbed of. You know, that idiot robber stole my money too, a good few hundred bucks!"

Although his tone towards Fu Chen had improved considerably, the swear words that had become ingrained in his speech still came out of his mouth without hesitation.

Fu Chen replied, "Oh, I know that."

Several classmates also gathered around Fu Chen.

"Hey buddy, did you kill that robber, Fu Chen?" Liu Haitao asked.

After all, Fu Chen had previously boasted that he had a system.

Zhang Jiahao, who was originally sitting in his seat, couldn't sit still any longer: "What do you know? If Fu Chen killed someone, do you think the police wouldn't have noticed?"

Just as Liu Haitao was about to speak, the phone rang.

"Let's go, let's get ready for the opening ceremony!"

About thirty seconds later.

This group of disorganized and undisciplined freshmen, like those having a bowel movement, came out of the door in small groups, one after another, and could never get together.

"Fuck you, why are we still missing one person!"

Wang Aiguo, who rushed over, cursed loudly. Several classmates pointed to the toilet, and he rushed in and kicked open the broken door of the innermost stall.

Okay, now the men's restroom no longer has any stalls with doors.

The family member, who was being pulled out and eating fried dough sticks from the cafeteria while pulling up his pants, blushed.

Everyone glanced at the furious Wang Aiguo, then turned away, unanimously agreeing that the sun must have been too strong, causing the whole family's ears and cheeks to turn red.

"After the opening ceremony meeting, we'll have class elections for 'class officers,' you hear me?"

The word "class officer" was emphasized.

Fu Chen was right.

What is this implying?

Wang Aiguo glanced at the group and thought to himself that he should choose a classmate who could keep things in check to be his class monitor, otherwise he would have to shoulder all the mess.

Then, feeling sorry for his lack of ambition, he led the team to the main auditorium.

Fu Chen was at the end of the line; after all, at 1.8 meters tall, he was already among the tallest in the class.

The family flying next to him was shedding tiny pearls.

Who isn't a child at some point?

While she was wiping away small pearls with the back of her hand, she was also stuffing the unfinished bread into her mouth and swallowing it whole.

Fu Chen nudged him with her elbow: "Why are you crying?"

"I didn't finish pooping... I didn't finish breakfast, and then I got hit, and hit in the face... Waaah..."

"I'll teach you a trick so you'll never get slapped in the face again!" Fu Chen peeked over furtively.

The whole family looked like they were asking for advice.

"If you smear poop on your face from now on, he won't dare to do that again."

"Really?" Quan Jiafei couldn't understand why.

"Nonsense, are you fucking kidding me? If I had shit on me, who would dare hit you? Everyone's afraid of dirt!" Fu Chen thought he was pretending to be stupid.

"Oh, I see. I've really learned something. Thank you, brother." Quan Jiafei pretended to suddenly understand, put his hands together, and bowed to Fu Chen to express his gratitude.

In fact, he was still trying his best to figure out why doing this would stop Wang Aiguo from slapping him.

However, he was afraid that Fu Chen would think he was stupid, so he pretended to be a quick learner and pretended that he understood what Fu Chen said.

Fu Chen thought he was pretending to be stupid, but in reality he was pretending to be smart.

Seeing that Quan Jiafei was still somewhat downcast, Fu Chen, bored, continued, "Still unhappy?"

"Would you be happy if you got hit?" This wasn't a rhetorical question, but a genuine inquiry.

"I'll be happy!"

"Then you're an idiot." Quan Jiafei nodded silently.

Fu Chen shook his index finger: "Listen to me. Do you know why you were beaten? Do you know what your shortcomings are?"

Quan Jiafei thought for a moment and said, "I don't know."

"It's all because you spent too long squatting and eating, which slowed down the assembly time. That's not right. Teacher Wang's lesson this time is an encouragement to you, to encourage you to speed up and to cherish your time!"

"I've thought about this problem, but I eat too slowly. Sometimes I finish eating before I've even finished using the toilet..." Fei Quan also lamented.

"I've already thought of that for you. The most time-efficient way is to blend all your food into a puree so you can swallow it all at once, saving you the chewing process. Your time is so 'precious,' so this maximizes the time saved!"

The tall and strong Quan Jiafei finally understood.

"Are you feeling better now?"

He was clearly in a much better mood.

Fu Chen took out his hand, and with a whoosh, although he was not yet at the martial arts realm, he had not even entered the first level of martial arts, and he did not attach the spiritual power in his body to the surface of his body for defense.

So his other cheek was also bruised.

"Yeah, how come I didn't think of that? You could slap me on the right cheek and it would be symmetrical, thanks bro!" (Hands clasped together)

"When you get to the tiered conference room later, go to the school clinic and get checked out." Fu Chen rubbed his forehead.

Quan Jiafei caught up with him, who had quickened his pace: "Why?"

Fu Chen said embarrassedly, "I was careless... My palms are different sizes from Teacher Wang's, and the pressure is different too... so they might not be asymmetrical (voice getting softer and softer)."

Lecture hall.

There are a total of ten classes for the first-year high school students.

There are fifty people in each class, which is five hundred people.

It's clear that the entire Lanshan City... no, the entire Lanshan Province, actually has a very high level of economic value.

This place is a gathering place for the worst, most bizarre, and most eccentric geniuses in the high school entrance exam!

After all the students in Class 5 of Grade 1 found their seats and sat down, Wang Aiguo chatted with the other teachers while there were still more than ten minutes left before the assembly.

Taking advantage of this time, Fu Chen quickly sent his whole family to see the school doctor.

While waiting for the leaders of the Academic Affairs Office, school executives, and the principal to take their seats on the stage…

The system assigned him a new task in a new category.

First: As a typical underachiever, you should strive to possess the following strengths that will make the class proud, become a class leader loved by your classmates, and make contributions to the class to the best of your ability!

Become a class officer (any position): Reward: Level 1 Martial Arts Cultivation, Random Attribute Tier 2 Monster Core.

Hmm, a new task.

The task of class officer is truly brilliant.

If he could secure a position in the class, he would have a reasonable reason to gain a detailed understanding of the situation of all the students.

This helps him keep regressing and striving towards last place.

But what kind of class officer should one be?

This is what annoys Fu Chen.

At that moment, the whole family flew back.

"What did the doctor say?"

"Um...that's difficult, Dota?"

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