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Chapter 10 A Gathering of Wise Men

While Liu Bei and Master Xu were fighting, two pairs of eyes in front of them were watching them intently. The man was a man, and the woman had an oval face. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she was dignified and had a very attractive figure. Sitting there, she looked much taller than the skinny man who looked like a little chick.

Zhou Zijin, sporting enormous dark circles under his eyes, wailed like a dead dog, "Guys, please, just let Dad get some sleep!"

Bored with life, he started spreading rumors. Liu Lan retorted with a blunt, modern interpretation of the imperial uncle's words: "Zhu Gaizhi, did you hear that? Your man wants to sleep with us guys!"

Zhu Gaizhi yawned: "Good morning!"

Ran Qingfeng: "Finally awake? That was intense? Did you stay up all night? Tell me the details!"

Zhu Gaizhi slammed his head on the table with a thud, grabbed his school uniform to cover himself and Zhou Zijin, and pulled the blanket over himself tightly: "Next time, definitely not!"

"Damn it, this is the first class!" Liu Huangshu was filled with grief and indignation: "Why does this kind of thing even have to stay in our class and get in our way? Wouldn't it be better if we ascended together to Class Zero and became troublemakers?!"

"Give me a bite! Give me a bite!" Ran Qingfeng suddenly became interested, feeling that she needed some handy snacks. Without hesitation, she greedily grabbed a bite of the chicken leg: "Is it true?"

"Oh! We don't have to marry him after we eat, right?" Uncle Liu chattered on and on, "That Liu something-or-other Yu, after evening self-study, Old Yu caught her flirting with a classmate, and Old Yu was so scared he didn't dare utter a sound!"

"Damn! That's it?" Ran Qingfeng, her mouth greasy, pointed at Shan Heman with a mysterious smile and said, "I don't need to! But she might!"

Dan Heman looked up blankly: "Huh??"

"Of course it's over! You're making it sound like nobody dares mess with those 'living fathers'! Ha, if they just happened to do something like a 700-point leap of faith and their pants ripped off, those guys would be busy choosing a good lamp for themselves that very day!"

"Tsk..."

Individual cases, all individual cases. Actually, Class Zero isn't good at zero-sum games. It's said that those academic tyrants might not even understand what gender is, and they don't recognize LGBT, Tiger, or attack helicopters. It's said that the class before that had a prodigy with a raw score of 700, but that has nothing to do with Lu Chi—

He was admitted to university through a special program.

Of course, this has nothing to do with being recommended for admission, because this is Class 13.

The first-ever Class 13, hailed as the inaugural year of B-War, and you know, this Class 13... well... what kind of demons and heretics are lurking in this pit? A one-sided academic god, an abstract saint, a lesbian, a suicide bomber, a pure-blooded royal uncle, and even a human prodigy who was practically trying to conceive in the classroom...

If you're in this class, you can be a petty thief or a heartless father. If you're in this class, you can be complacent about getting 148 points in Chinese. But if anyone gets more than 500 points in total, then sorry, we'll investigate and crack down hard. We'd rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free. In short: you can do anything except study. Put aside reading and integrate knowledge!

Dan Heman ate her meager prison meal, which was mostly bland and lightly seasoned, making the half-chicken leg seem even more delicious. However, she didn't dare to listen to their conversation, yet she felt that as a newcomer, she should try her best to integrate into this small group: "Um... haven't you guys... known each other for many years already?"

"Ugh!" The Imperial Uncle slapped his thigh, giving him a look that said, "You've hit the nail on the head! We grew up together, wearing open-crotch pants. I thought that after kindergarten, elementary school, and middle school, I could finally say goodbye to these bastards. But as you can see, Yanchuan No. 1 Middle School has become Yanchuan University Affiliated Middle School. ε=(´ο｀*))) There's nothing new about it. I'm tired of that face, I'm so tired of it!"

"So you can't wait for a newcomer, huh? How presumptuous of you, Uncle. Now, can you please remove your filthy hands from my legs?"

Dan He's face was flushed, and her gaze swept over them: "That's wonderful~"

"No! He took a year off from school!" Liu Lan was devastated. "It's over! He seemed perfectly normal, but it turns out he's just a looks-obsessed guy! Vulgar! Utterly vulgar! You should look at me! Look at my heart of gold!"

"I saw it, it's pretty yellow." Ran Qingfeng delivered the final blow to Liu Lan, but if it were Shan Heman, she would have given her some advice: "This thing looks like a person, but it's actually an indescribable thing. Your SAN value has been dropping wildly ever since you started looking at it. Take my advice and stop now. It's not too late to stop now. There's a vast world out there with plenty of opportunities."

Lu Chi pulled a small blue palm print from the drawer and slapped Ran Qingfeng's elbow, as if he had hit a nerve, making her jump up on the spot: "Great Emperor Beifeng, are you done yet? If you're done, I'm going to start talking about your—"

"Godfather!" Ran Qingfeng swiftly pulled a small, earthen-yellow pillow-like object from her schoolbag, raised it above her head with both hands, her posture humble and extremely devout: "This humble servant respectfully presents this to you. Please, be kind enough to allow me to serve you until you rest!"

"Who are you trying to fool with a hand warmer!"

"Do you want it?"

"Food possessive! Give it to me!"

A chicken leg and a half was quite powerful, directly stunning the thin Shan Heman. He barely finished eating it before the school bell rang, his eyes looking swollen from the fullness, and he couldn't help but burp.

Yingbao almost stumbled over from the horrifying smell as soon as she entered. She held her breath, exhaled a deep breath, and said gravely, "I don't know when it started becoming so common to call teachers 'Bao' or 'Bao'. Is this how you treat your Yingbao? Inflation is ridiculously exaggerated in your mouths! I know you bunch of monkeys are up to no good, and I know I shouldn't have had this first English class. By the way, where's the chicken leg you saved for me?"

A group of people started shouting, "That's all!"

Yingbao took another deep breath, her searchlight-like gaze sweeping across the entire class before finally locking onto the culprit: "Lu Chi! You! Come up here and erase the blackboard! No water allowed! I need to write something!"

Lu Chi deftly pulled a disposable blue medical mask from his desk drawer and slowly tore open the packaging: "Yingbao, the professional advice is for you to use a whiteboard. It's better for everyone. All the other teachers use it. Don't be so unsociable. The most important thing for public servants isn't professional competence, it's being sociable!"

"You..." Yingbao threw her expensive bag, worth over ten thousand yuan, onto the chalk-dust-covered podium, turned on the megaphone, and unleashed a torrent of emotion at Lu Chi: "You traitor! You rebellious disciple! You did so badly on your final Chinese exam, how did you manage to do so poorly on your English? What have I ever done to you? Are you trying to kill me?"

"I want foreigners dead..." Lu Chi said without even lifting his eyelids, "Ahem, and that's not how you use the term 'rebellious disciple'! Your foreign ink has blinded you to your mother tongue!"

"You! Achoo~"

"See, I told you to change it to white..."

"Masks! Confiscated!"

"No, no, no, I have some more, I have some more, I'll get you a new one!"

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