Chapter 537: What do you do in Spring and Autumn Dream
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Looking up, there was no smile in the girl's eyes, and her little face without Fendai was also full of seriousness, and there was no sign of joking at all.
Mu Changying's standing posture was no longer sluggish, and she was tall and straight like a pine, "Although the first class is the top class, the seventeenth class is more suitable for me."
The refusal was an understatement, but it happened inadvertently, and the indifferent arrogance permeated all around.
"..."
Hearing her answer, Si Xian and Hua Qiqi, who were lying at the door eavesdropping, breathed a sigh of relief, and their brows were filled with warmth.
Fortunately, sister Ying did not agree to go to the first class.
They were happy for only a few seconds, worried and frowned.
The teaching quality of Class 1 is indeed better than that of Class 17. If Sister Ying goes there, she will get a better education.
Yu Linye pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his voice was gentle but not weak, "Director, thank you for your love, but I have no plans to go to the first shift."
One or two refused, the dean's forehead throbbed with anger, and the anger in his heart rose.
His calm expression broke, and he couldn't help raising his voice to persuade, "Do you know how rare this opportunity is? Do you know how big the gap is between Class 17 and Class 1?"
These two students really **** him off!
Teacher Zhou couldn't hold his face a little, his eyes flashed with anger, and he snorted softly, "Students today are ignorant at such a young age, and have no idea what they are missing."
Mu Changying lifted her eyes and glanced at Teacher Zhou casually, her delicate red lips parted lightly, "I'm very awake, I'm really not interested in the first class."
Yu Linye united with her, "Well, so do I."
He has never accumulated a lot of money, but kept a low profile from the very beginning.
If he really wanted to go to class one, he wouldn't have appeared in class seventeen in the first place.
"..."
Hearing that they were so determined to stay in Class 17, Si Xian and Hua Qiqi felt sour, sweet and salty, and conflicted.
Teacher Zhou's face was not good, and staring at them became more and more mocking, "If you spend too much time with garbage, you will be contagious. Only excellent people can make progress with each other."
This kind of talent is a waste to stay in Class 17. If you don't work hard, it will be exhausted sooner or later.
"Mr. Zhou, this is class seventeen, not a garbage shelter."
Mu Changying's eyes narrowed, the light in his eyes was cold and sharp, making him panic.
She turned her wrist, and there was a sound of interlacing bones at the joints, "Teacher, I hope... you can remember that next time you say it, don't make a mistake."
If she can't remember, she doesn't recommend reminding him in person.
Cold, to the bone.
The undisguised violence in the girl's eyes made him tremble, and anxiety flooded into his limbs.
Teacher Zhou felt a dry mouth, forced his courage, and glanced at them angrily, "Such students, I can't afford this class!"
"No, it just happens that they don't look down on each other." Yu Rin's throat overflowed with a low laugh at night. Although he was laughing, it was wrapped in coldness.
Looking at the stalemate in front of him, the dean of the school was angry and helpless.
He glared at Mu Changying and Yu Linye, and winked wildly at them, but they didn't receive his message at all.
The dean was helpless, so he had to stand up and mediate in person, "Mr. Zhou..."
He raised his hand to interrupt, "Director, please stop talking, I won't accept them."
So what if the grades are good? One is above the top and doesn't look down on the class, and the other is narrow-minded and likes to be unreasonable.
"What the **** are you doing with the Spring and Autumn Dreams, I won't give it if you want it!"