On February 27th, South Korean high schools officially opened.
Early in the morning, Deshan, Xiang Nan, Donglong, and Shanyu went to school together.
"Deshan, aren't you cold?" Seeing Deshan wearing a short skirt and stockings, Xiang Nan couldn't help but asked with concern.
The temperature today is as high as 4 degrees Celsius and as low as minus 4 degrees Celsius. Wearing such a thin layer in this kind of weather really requires style rather than temperature.
"It's not cold, not cold at all." Deshan said firmly, but the bit of clear soup under her nose gave her away.
"Oh, look at you~" Xiang Nan took out a tissue and wiped it for her. "It's better to dress warmly. Be careful not to freeze your body."
"Yes, Deshan, your school is full of girls, who are you dressing up for?" Donglong also joked with a smile.
"What do you know? It's not good for me to look beautiful to myself." Upon hearing this, Deshan immediately retorted.
"Okay, okay, you don't need to dress up for anyone, you already have the right to pursue beauty." Seeing this, Xiang Nan quickly persuaded with a smile.
Hearing what he said, Deshan was immediately happy.
"Oops, disgusting, I can't stand it anymore, let's leave~" Donglong said with a shudder.
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"After school starts, we will be divided into classes. I hope we can still be in the same class." Donglong said again on the way.
Unlike Chinese schools, in South Korean schools, classes are reclassified every year when students enter higher education. There are many reasons for this, which can be summarized as the following three points.
The first is to allow students to contact as many classmates as possible and expand their social interactions; the second is to prevent teachers from favoring individual students and make teaching resources more equitable; the third is to prevent students from forming groups and bullying classmates...
Xiang Nan and Shan Yu both nodded.
If possible, they would also like to be in the same class again. After all, they are all good buddies. After spending so many years together, they have already formed a tacit understanding, which is much better than dealing with a group of strangers.
"I hope I can be assigned to the same class as Manyu and Zuxian." Deshan also said expectantly.
…
When arriving at school, everyone first looks at the grading table to find their class.
"Ah, here~" Xiang Nan greeted Shanyu and Donglong, "Great, we are all in Class 33~"
"YES!" Donglong said happily, "It would be great if the head teacher is still the same as before."
"Just pray it's not your father." Shanyu reminded with a smile.
"Oh, don't say such depressing words. I've seen him every day at home, and I've seen him every day at school. I really have no way out." Donglong complained, "God shouldn't have done this to me."
Xiang Nan couldn't help but feel angry and funny when he heard what he said.
When I arrived in Class 33, I saw that many classmates had already arrived, many of whom were acquaintances, so it was really lively for a while. They asked each other about their winter vacation experiences, discussed study plans for the new school year, discussed celebrity gossip, social news, etc.
The most eye-catching thing is the candidate for the new semester's head teacher.
After all, this is a matter of vital interest.
Like Mike, he went out early to find out the news. Donglong, on the other hand, closed his eyes tightly and kept praying, hoping for a good candidate for the class teacher.
"Yeah, stop shaking~" Xiang Nan patted him and said, "As for being so scared, even if the head teacher is really your father, it's not worth being so scared."
"Don't say such unlucky words." Donglong said excitedly, "You are not me. How do you know my pain?"
Xiang Nan smiled and nodded.
He is not Donglong, and he does not have the same experience.
…
At this moment, Mike, who had gone out to inquire about the news, came back, "Ah, it's over. Have you heard about the candidate for the head teacher?"
Hearing what he said, Donglong immediately stiffened and pricked up his ears.
"Who is it?" Shanyu asked curiously.
Mike didn't say anything, but looked frustrated, "It's really too tragic. How could this be possible? It's just a nightmare, a nightmare."
"Why are you so excited?" Seeing his reaction, Shanyu couldn't help but wonder, "Is it possible that the new head teacher is really this dear friend's father?"
When Donglong heard this, his nerves became tense.
At this moment, the door opened and a man walked in holding a book and a pointer.
"Ah~~~" As soon as the whole class saw him, they couldn't help but let out a howl in unison.
When Donglong saw it, he froze on the spot.
That's right, the new head teacher is none other than his father Liu Zaiming.
"Good morning, my little bastards, you are dead~" Liu Zaiming walked up to the podium and looked at the resentful classmates with a smile.
"I really sympathize with you~" Xiang Nan smiled and patted Donglong on the shoulder.
If others are just dead, then Donglong is undoubtedly Lingchi.
Donglong was patted by him, but he fell to the ground with a thud.
"What's wrong? Who fell?" Liu Zaiming asked quickly.
"Teacher, it was Donglong who fell." Mike quickly raised his hand and said.
"Ah, don't worry about him, this brat is acting." Liu Zaiming curled his lips and said, "Zhenghuan, cover him with clothes and let him pretend to be dead on the ground."
Then, he began to introduce himself, "Hello everyone, let me introduce myself. My name is Liu Zaiming~"
"We all know." The students shouted.
The dean of students, Liu Zaiming, is a nightmare for Shuangmen High School students. Who doesn’t know his name?
"From now on, I will be the head teacher of Class 13 in the third year. Please give me your advice." Liu Zaiming said again.
"Ah~" the classmates shouted in disgust, it is really a tragedy for him to be the class teacher, a tragedy.
"Yeah, you guys must be very happy." Liu Zaiming smiled again.
"Eh~~" the students all said with thumbs up.
"That's enough." Liu Zaiming stopped joking and said with a serious face, "You guys all know my bottom line. If I catch you, you will be dead, so you must not make mistakes. Okay, let's start now. Self-study~"
The students all took out their textbooks and reviewed their homework.
Donglong got up from the ground and lay on the table helplessly. Two lines of tears fell from his eyes...
"Ah, are you crying?" When Xiang Nan saw this, he couldn't help but sympathize with him.
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After school in the afternoon, Donglong called Xiang Nan and Shanyu, "Hey, I borrowed a good movie. Let's meet in Aze's room in the evening~"
"Your dad is our class teacher, do you still have the energy to read this kind of thing?" Xiang Nan asked in surprise. Is he a goldfish? He only has a few seconds of memory.
"Yeah, it's precisely because the spirit has been severely damaged during the day that I need to replenish some spiritual food at night." Donglong said with a wretched smile.
"I don't have time. I have to go back to make up lessons for Deshan. You and Shanyu can watch it together." Xiang Nan patted him on the shoulder and said.
"I still have to study at school in the evening, and I don't have time." Shanyu also waved his hand.
"Yeah, your life only has root-finding formulas. Don't you think it's monotonous?" Donglong said speechlessly, "You still have to learn to enjoy life~"
Xiang Nan waved his hand and ignored him.
Shanyu also smiled, sat back in his seat, and continued to review.
Donglong asked for trouble and couldn't help but feel depressed.
