Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 211 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (38)

The three of them slept soundly, sleeping during class and after class, unaware that posts on the forum centered around them were gradually being pushed to the top.

Photos of the three of them being late together and dozing off together were also posted, and the phrase "Campus F3" was used to describe them for the first time.

When Zhao Zhao woke up, it was already the break between the third and fourth periods. She glanced around sleepily and found that the two people next to her and behind her were still asleep. As for He Qinglin, it was no longer enough to describe him as having "the sun rising in the west" today.

After waking up, Zhao Zhao started packing his schoolbag. He was not only late today, but he was also going to skip class. The next class was Chinese, so if he didn't leave now, when would he?

He swaggered out the door with his schoolbag in hand, just as he bumped into Xue Yanbei, who was returning from the restroom. Xue Yanbei was clearly taken aback when he saw him carrying a bag. "Zhaoyi, where are you going?"

Zhao Zhao had no intention of hiding anything, and raised an eyebrow, "I'm going to skip class."

"Huh?" Then Zhao Zhao actually picked up his bag and left.

Xue Yanbei truly had no idea what Zhaozhao was trying to do. He stepped into the classroom, looked up, and his eyes met He Qinglin's.

"What about others?"

Knowing who he was asking about, Xue Yanbei honestly replied, "He skipped class and left."

"Skipping class?"

……

On the other side, Zhao Zhao was carrying her bag and wandering around the school, deliberately heading towards areas where the student council frequently conducted inspections. Unexpectedly, she didn't see any student council members on the way, but instead bumped into the dean of students' affairs.

Xue Yanbei had told him that their dean of students, Song Lehe, was known for being strict and impartial, punishing all students, good or bad, rich or poor, as long as they deserved it.

Hey, you're in luck.

Zhao Zhao's eyes darted around, and she pretended to be flustered as she turned to run away. She picked up her schoolbag and swung it, which "accidentally" landed right in front of the school principal.

So, he abandoned his schoolbag and panicked, trying to run away. Song Lehe quickly picked up his bag, his eyebrows furrowing, and shouted sternly, "Hey kid in front, stop right there!"

Zhao Zhao froze, looking like he wanted to run but didn't dare. Song Lehe knew at a glance what this brat was up to.

He went up and slapped Zhao Zhao on the back of the head. "You brat, which class are you in? What are you doing with that backpack? Skipping class?"

This is the famous Song-style three-question set, which is rumored to be popular at the school.

Zhao Zhao grimaced and scratched her head, trying to argue, "I...I didn't, I just...I just..."

After a long pause without saying anything, Song Lehe sneered, "Heh, this brat is a bad kid who doesn't study hard and is always thinking about skipping class."

"Which class are you in?!"

Seeing his fierce expression, Zhao Zhao pretended to be scared and trembled. She quickly said her class, "First year of high school... Class 1."

Seeing that it was Class 1, Song Lehe was a little surprised, but in the end she still forcibly pulled him by the sleeve and led him away, "Let's go to the Academic Affairs Office for tea, and then wait for your homeroom teacher to come and pick you up."

"And what's your name?"

"Yu Zhaoyi." The director walked rather fast, and Zhaozhao couldn't keep up, feeling a tightness in her chest.

“Yu Zhaoyi, you’re your home…” Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhao’s eyes lit up, and he immediately looked up. Seeing Song Le’s slightly stiff expression, he asked again, “You said you are Yu Zhaoyi?”

Zhao Zhao had a gut feeling that asking the parents to come would fall through, and sure enough, after he nodded, the director not only slowed down his pace, but also didn't mention the matter of asking the parents to come.

Song Lehe cleared his throat, his face still serious. "Even if you are Yu Zhaoyi, you still need to be punished. I know you're not in good health, so I'll skip the corporal punishment. Just write a 2,000-word self-criticism for me when you get home today. Also, five points will be deducted from your academic credits!"

Normally, if the student council catches you skipping class, you lose three credits, but I never expected that the dean of students would double that number.

Zhao Zhao said she made a profit.