The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

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Looking up, there was no trace of smile in the girl's eyes, and her little face without makeup was full of seriousness, with no sign of joking at all.

Mu Changying's posture was no longer slouching, but as straight as a pine tree. "Although Class 1 is a top class, Class 17 is still more suitable for me."

An understatement of rejection, but inadvertently, a calm arrogance spread around.

"..."

Hearing her answer, Si Xian and Hua Qiqi, who were eavesdropping at the door, breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a hint of warmth between their eyebrows.

Fortunately, fortunately, Sister Ying did not agree to go to class one.

Their happiness only lasted for a few seconds, worry rose on their brows and they frowned.

The teaching quality of Class 1 is indeed better than that of Class 17. Sister Ying will get a better education if she goes there.

Yu Linye pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a gentle but not weak voice, "Director, thank you for your love, but I have no plans to go to class one either."

One or two of them refused, and the dean was so angry that his forehead pounded, and the anger in his heart rose.

His calm expression broke, and he couldn't help but raise his voice to persuade, "Do you know how rare this opportunity is? Do you also know how big the gap is between Class 17 and Class 1?"

These two students really pissed him off!

Teacher Zhou was a little embarrassed, with a little anger in his eyes, and snorted, "Today's students are just ignorant at such a young age, and they don't know what they are missing."

Mu Changying raised her eyes and glanced at Teacher Zhou casually. Her delicate red lips parted slightly, "I'm very sober. I'm really not interested in Class 1."

Yu Linye united with her, "Yeah, me too."

He has never accumulated much, but has been keeping a low profile from the beginning.

If he really wanted to go to Class 1, he wouldn't have appeared in Class 17 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 expression was unkind, and his gaze at them became more and more mocking, "If you stay with garbage too much, you will be infected. Excellent people can improve each other."

It would be a waste to keep this kind of talent in Class 17. If you don't work hard, it will be exhausted sooner or later.

"Teacher Zhou, this is Class 17, not a garbage shelter."

Mu Changying narrowed her eyes, the light in her eyes was cold and sharp, making him panic.

She turned her wrist, and there was a sound of bones interlacing in the joint, "Teacher, I hope... you can remember and don't say it wrong next time."

If he couldn't remember it, she didn't recommend reminding him personally.

Cold, bone-chilling.

The unconcealed violence in the girl's eyes made his heart tremble, and anxiety surged into his limbs.

Teacher Zhou felt dry in the mouth, mustered up his courage, and glanced at them angrily, "I can't afford students like this!"

"No, it just so happens that we don't like each other." A low laugh escaped Yu Linye's throat. Although he was laughing, there was a coldness in it.

Seeing the stalemate in front of them, the teaching director felt angry and helpless.

He glared at Mu Changying and Yu Linye and winked at them wildly, but they didn't receive any of his messages.

The dean had no choice but to intervene in person, "Teacher Zhou..."

He raised his hand to interrupt, "Director, please stop talking, I won't accept them."

So what if my grades are good? One is high-minded and looks down on others, while the other is narrow-minded and likes to be unreasonable.

"What the hell are you dreaming about? I won't give you what you want!"