Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 27 Special Case

"Why should we be allowed to leave?"

Yao Zhiai's multicolored hair had already been tied up, and he stood with his hands on his hips, looking like someone not to be trifled with.

She's definitely not someone to mess with, although nobody cares about her background, since she's ended up at Pui Choi Middle School...

However, the dragon and tiger tattoos on her body were indeed impressive, and her martial arts skills were considered above average among the group.

After all, I've gotten started.

Aside from the girls from Class 5 of the first year of high school, no one dared to approach Yao Zhiai as she stood.

"Alright, stop crying!"

Yao Zhiai tugged at the sobbing Chen Jiaxin in an annoyed tone. To be honest, no one from other classes was targeting these girls who seemed a bit difficult to mess with.

But things got complicated when Chen Jiaxin, the tarot reader, insisted on using tarot cards for divination, and the result was that the students in Class 3 should leave the restroom.

Then, you pushed me, and I pushed you...

Then, the girls from Class 3 crossed their arms, looked down at Chen Jiaxin who was lying on the ground in a disheveled state, and mocked her, "Did your tarot cards predict you'd be in such a sorry state?"

Chen Jiaxin hurriedly picked up the scattered tarot cards from the ground, her cheeks puffed out, looking quite aggrieved.

"What are you standing there for? Fight back!"

Yao Zhi'ai pulled Chen Jiaxin up like a chick.

The ping-pong bells jingled.

"It's so lively next door."

Only all the male students from Class 5 of the first year of high school remained in the men's restroom. Fu Chen sighed, but unfortunately, he didn't know what had happened next door.

The girls from Class 3 who were originally in the women's restroom were kicked out.

The iconic running exercise music, "Running Exercise Bell," in the large playground also stopped.

Next up is the exercise session.

The first row is for the first-year high school students. Apart from the first-year students, the second and third-year students are basically lined up neatly.

It was precisely in that instant that they realized the problem.

"That shouldn't be the case. Logically speaking, the second and third-year high school students are all seasoned veterans. Why would they willingly come down to do exercises?"

Fu Chen thought of something unpleasant.

It's highly likely they're afraid of being punished.

as predicted.

The leaders, scattered and of varying abilities, from the ten classes of the first year of high school, looked rather grim.

But the most infuriating class is Class 5 of Grade 1.

Other classes only have a few fewer people, or a dozen fewer people.

Class 5 of Grade 1, which was at the very front and in the middle, had only a dozen or so students left.

What about the remaining thirty-odd people?

Looking at the line that looked like it had been chewed up by a dog, Wang Aiguo covered his face guiltily at the back of the line, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Damn it, why did I have to bring this bunch of demons with me...?

This is incredibly bad luck...

Wang Aiguo took the parasol from his hand and ran indignantly towards the toilet.

When the students encountered their kind homeroom teacher, Wang Aiguo, who had come to find and care for them, they were undoubtedly filled with fear…

Soon, Quan Jiafei came out of the men's restroom again, covering his face. It was clear that one of his cheeks was no longer red, but had turned into a hideous black.

Liu Haitao was alright; his buttocks were just a little burning after he came out.

Fu Chen believes this is probably because he found 6,000 yuan in the tea that Liu Haitao's father gave to Wang Aiguo.

Although he eventually took the money, a person's attitude is very important.

Wang Aiguo is a kind and harmonious teacher. Sometimes, teachers, like parents and partners, just need your attitude.

Thanks to Edwards's skin color, he emerged from the toilet as if nothing had happened.

Yang Mike wasn't in such good shape. His skin was rather pale, and the red handprint looked like a bright red rose blooming on his snow-white cheek.

Wang Aiguo said protectively, "I'm giving you your Christmas presents early."

It was Zhang Jiahao's turn.

Tsk tsk.

For some reason, he limped out of the toilet, feeling as if one of his legs was broken.

Fu Chen then remembered the wall calendar his family had given him…

They were being judged by Wang Aiguo one by one:

"I really didn't expect you guys to cause such a mess on the very first day. Let me tell you, you are the worst class I have ever taught, without a doubt!"

You all have to take responsibility for your actions. One by one, you'll all face disciplinary action and deductions from your performance evaluations—no one can escape it!

Wang Aiguo was so angry that the few remaining strands of hair on his head stood on end.

Finally, it was Fu Chen's turn.

Fu Chen rubbed his hands excitedly: Teacher Wang, come on, I don't know I'm wrong, deduct my participation points, deduct them all you want... deduct them until I'm dead!

"Hmm, Fu Chen, I heard you have a stomachache. You should go back to the classroom early and help me clean the blackboard. Also, go to the office and bring the ballot box to the classroom. Next class is mine; we're electing a class representative."

Ok?

Fu Chen realized for the first time that he was so slow to react.

Wang Aiguo had even left the toilet and headed straight for the playground, leaving Fu Chen still in a daze.

Not a buddy...

You made the other students "about to shit themselves," and you didn't even punish me for that?

Is he sick?

What's going on with this plane?

Does he really believe I have a system?

No, if I keep going like this, I'll get myself killed in no time. I need to think of a way to get Wang Aiguo to reject his idea.

About fifteen minutes later.

All the "talented" students at Pui Choi Secondary School ended what they considered to be utterly ridiculous running and exercise routines.

The journey back was completely different.

At the beginning of the semester, most of the girls were both envious and afraid of Yao Zhi'ai, after all, this young lady's appearance and dress were indeed quite peculiar.

But now.

The girls all gathered around Yao Zhi'ai, boasting about her heroic deeds to the other male classmates.

"Hey, I'm telling you, Yao Zhi'ai is way tougher than all of you guys, you have no idea how many people were surrounding us just now!"

Quietly, she spoke, but her voice was so loud that it made everyone around her ears ring.

"Really? How hard is it?" Zhang Jiahao pulled up his black hood, trying to hide his limping gait.

Anjing shouted loudly, "Chen Jiaxin used tarot cards for divination and offended students from other classes. It was Yao Zhiai who led us to scare them away!"

"Wow, you guys sound like you're so righteous," Edwards scoffed. "Fu Chen even led us to scare away all the other students except for those in our class, did we bluff?"

"Fu Chen is awesome! We were all doing exercises, but he was perfectly fine. He's the kind of role model we should all learn from!"

However, Hua Gua, dressed in a Taoist robe and short jacket, caught the key point in An Jing's words. As a loyal follower of the Six Lines divination method, he came to Chen Jiaxin's side and burst into laughter.

"Tarot cards are garbage. Anyone who believes in this is probably less intelligent than a Border Collie!"

Chen Jiaxin kicked him: "Fuck your mother, you trashy fortune teller, get out of my way."