Volume 2 Chapter 82 The Innocent Snake

  I shrugged and walked to the only empty desk in the classroom, opened the cover and stuffed my backpack inside without even looking, then heard a series of bone-cracking sounds coming from inside... The classmates sitting around me stared at me with their mouths agape. I gloomily lowered my head, opened the cover again, and pulled out my backpack, only to find a fairly large and thick python swirling inside... But judging from how it could fit into my desk, it should be one of the smaller species of pythons. No wonder when I stuffed it into my backpack earlier, I found that a big part of the backpack was exposed outside, so I had to use force to stuff it in. That's why... the poor snake's bones were crushed, I suppose.

  "Tsk, tsk, tsk..." I regretfully reached in and picked it up, tossing it into the trash can: "Poor thing, poor thing, a good snake like you shouldn't have come to my desk."

  The snake that was swung up was tumbling in the air, floating over many classmates' heads with pieces of blood 'flowers' flowing from its mouth directly into the bucket.

  Those classmates who had snakes flying over their heads were still in a state of shock, standing there. I patted the dust off my hands, stuffed my backpack back on and began to listen attentively to the lesson with a smile on my face.

  To be honest, I'm really a student who has no interest in studying. Not long after entering the classroom, I started yawning and stared blankly at the blackboard with my eyes glazed over. My head kept nodding up and down, almost falling asleep on the desk. Meanwhile, most of my classmates were staring intently at the blackboard, seemingly much more serious than me.

  Just as Duke Zhou was about to drag me to play chess, a bell suddenly rang out, and my sleepiness disappeared instantly. The teacher on the podium had packed up his lesson plan and turned to leave.

  I was scratching my head, feeling quite depressed... Ah, aren't the students in this class pretty well-behaved? It seems like there hasn't been an incident like the time we were attacked with tomatoes on our first day of school. Why were that female teacher and the driver so scared back then? As I was thinking about all sorts of boring things, my gaze shifted to outside the window, when suddenly a blood-curdling scream pierced the air. Down below on the grass, a female teacher with torn clothes was running while crying, her hands tightly clutching her chest, with a group of boys laughing slyly behind her.

  "The people in Class D are fooling around with the new teacher again."

  "They're all a bunch of immature brats who probably haven't even held a woman's hand before, and only they would do something as low-class as this."

  They only dared to tear their teacher's clothes and chase her, after that they didn't know what to do next.

  "What kind of master there is will teach what kind of lowly servants."

  Several students behind him started whispering to each other, and the few in Class A who seemed to be under the same master as the ones they were talking about immediately jumped up with a fighting attitude. However, they were immediately subdued by the other students in Class A... Indeed, strength lies in numbers.

  After analyzing their conversation, the division of power in this college seems to be related to a series of things. Of course... maybe there are also f, g, h and so on, but at least I didn't see them in this teaching building, and maybe they're not even in other buildings. And among each letter's row of classes, the majority of the power is occupied by one faction, with a small number of people from other factions 'mixed' in to maintain the status quo and prevent serious incidents (such as beating teachers or cutting off limbs). From what I've heard from the people in class A, it seems that the higher the grade level, the higher the IQ, and the earlier the letter is in the alphabet... this is just a guess... because at least in class A, there hasn't been any of that childish bullying of teachers like downstairs. And who knows who their leader is? Maybe it's really true that high-IQ people lead high-IQ followers.

  Here, the class time is 40 minutes per session, and the break time between classes is 20 minutes. That means there are 20 minutes to get bored, and then when the teacher comes, there are 40 minutes to doze off. Such an arrangement is indeed 'good', getting bored, dozing off, dozing off, getting bored. In my previous school, the class time was 45 minutes, and the break time between classes was only 10 minutes, it was simply unbearable, tsk tsk...

  "Yī Qiǎo young master!" Suddenly, a girl's shrill cry brought my thoughts back from the distant Antarctic ice sheet. It seemed like a boy had walked over from the corridor, and all the surrounding classmates started to stir, with several even leaning against the window, waving their hands and cheering as if greeting that boy.

  When the boy passed by our classroom in the corridor, his gaze seemed to freeze on me for a moment... Although I didn't see his face (because there were too many people around him), that cold gaze was indeed transmitted from that person. Was it because I'm a transfer student entering their class and he's not happy about it? Or did he know that I'm the one personally invited by the college to rectify the school's atmosphere, so he's even more unhappy?

  Whatever, I didn't plan to really deal with it anyway, and it's not like I wanted to come to their class myself. If you're really unhappy, just go tell the principal directly, don't bother me about it.

  "Tea!!!" Just as the boy passed by our classroom in the corridor, a noise came from the entrance of Misono.

  He also changed into school uniform and stood outside our classroom with a smiling face shouting from inside.

  Those girls turned around and saw Misono, they were all surprised... "Key!", "Is it Key?!", "Key is studying in our college?!", "Is that really Key?", "Wow... it's really Key!"

  I... my mouth twitched... there really is a difference between co-ed schools and all-boys schools, news travels much faster. Back when I was at Ranlos First Men's Noble Academy, it seemed like no one knew that Mysen was the popular superstar Key.

  I held my aching forehead and suppressed the urge to scold him: "What are you doing here in our class, every time I have anything to do with you, my days will absolutely not be peaceful."

  Yayoi smiled and stood at the 'door' looking at me: "But I only feel at ease when I'm with Xiaocha." Only with you... can I abandon all those mundane things, only you... as long as you're here, that's enough.

  Volume 2 Chapter 83 Class A

  "Cut the crap, what do you want from me? Don't tell me you've gotten into some kind of trouble again or offended someone and they're after your head?" I picked up a pen on the desk with one hand and twirled it around, its tip gleaming with an otherworldly light that shone even brighter in the morning glow.

  Yayoi said to me in a sharp tone: "No."

  I opened my eyes and curiously asked him: "What's going on?"

  "There's a huge dog chasing me, ahahahaha... it's coming!!! Mikan, save my life......" Just as Mikan's voice fell, a massive white dog appeared, pouncing towards him with its enormous paws. Mikan quickly ran towards me and grabbed onto my clothes tightly. I helplessly raised my fist and punched Mikan, sending him flying into the wall behind the classroom. Then, in an instant, I caught the dog's paw as it flew towards us and turned around to perform a shoulder throw (the dog was huge, making it perfect for a shoulder throw). After slamming it to the ground, I swiftly raised my palm and slapped the dog right in the face. The movements were smooth and flawless!

  The dog instantly changed from ferocity to tears, sticking out its tongue and licking my fingers with a wronged expression.

  My eyebrows twitched as I raised my head and asked Miyu, who had been knocked into the wall: "What did you do to this dog?"

  "Ah, it's nothing. I was running to class this morning because I overslept and was afraid of being late, so I was in a hurry. I didn't see that big bad dog squatting by the road gnawing on a bone, and then I accidentally stepped on its tail and kicked the bone into the drain. It was really an accident! Later, when I ran to the teaching building, I realized I had forgotten my backpack, so I ran back to get it. When I came back, I passed by that place again and accidentally stepped on its tail once more, and also kicked the bone into the trash... Really, Xiaocha, you have to believe me, I didn't do it on purpose!"

  I squatted down and patted the dog's head: "You're wronged."

  The dog's eyes were brimming with tears and it let out a mournful "Wooo..."

  "My Xiao Bai~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" Just as I was comforting the poor dog, the principal burst in from outside and grabbed my hand, crying loudly: "Xiao Bai ah, my Xiao Bai ah, I've said it before that I want to send you away for a rest. You're already old, but you still insist on staying with me, facing all sorts of threats every day, always on the lookout for bombs, missiles, and grenades. Xiao Bai ah, my Xiao Bai ah... My poor Xiao Bai... You have to endure so much hardship and pain just to stay by my side, I'm really too moved!!!"

  The big dog struggled to get out of the principal's iron-like arms, but the principal thought the dog was shaking with emotion and held it even tighter. The poor dog stared at the snow-white wall with tears in its eyes and shed desperate tears.

  The principal finally left with a sufficient number of people before the bell rang. I took a glance at Miyu, who was covered in wall debris, and let out a long sigh. I carefully brushed off the dust from her with my hand: "Let's go back to class, the bell is about to ring."

  "En en en. Let's go eat at the cafeteria together after school."

  After he left, the classmates around who were still in a state of shock and stupor all came back to their senses. They looked at the huge human-shaped hole on the wall, and at that tea-sipping girl sitting on one side as if nothing had happened, and cold sweat began to fall down their backs... This 'girl'... The series of actions she took just now was like a very natural habit, throwing such a big person into the wall and knocking down the principal's pure white long-haired dog! It is said that in our college, there are only a few people who can solve it with just a few moves! And that dog, except for the principal who can subdue it (with his strong arm strength), no one has ever subdued it before, but today it was subdued by this 'girl'.

  I was turning my head to look out the window, when I suddenly felt a passionate gaze coming from within the classroom. So naturally, I turned my head around and found that almost half of my classmates were staring at me. Feeling quite annoyed, I waved my hand at them: "Teacher's here... what are you all looking at?"

  Those classmates immediately deliberately coughed a few times and turned their heads back.

  Next came the chemistry teacher, who was holding a bunch of chemicals and smiling as he told us we were going to do an experiment with concentrated sulfuric acid. The result was that it exploded in less than three minutes... The reason was that the teacher was very nervous while doing the experiment, his hands shaking non-stop. With his hair blown back by the explosion, he continued to smile and said: "This, this time there's a bit of a problem, let's change to an experiment testing the purity of hydrogen."

  "Boom..."

  It wasn't until an ambulance stopped downstairs and several doctors came up to carry the teacher away that things were finally settled.

  The classmates downstairs are all discussing Class A this and Class A that, the teachers in the office also show a fearful look at our floor's Class A, pointing and whispering...

  Another teacher has entered the hospital.

  "Class A is different from other classes, doing things that are a bit over the top, and every time they manage to send their teacher to the hospital."

  "Didn't a teacher get beaten to death last time?"

  "What? Killed? How scary... It can't be true!"

  "It's true, that teacher was tied up by his classmates in Class A on the chopping board in the cafeteria and then dissected with a knife."

  "Isn't it? Something like that happens and the police don't even care???? It's too scary, I really want to quit."

  "Yes, yes, I really want to quit."

  It's not their fault, is it? The explosion just now was the teacher's own responsibility. Why do they have to push all the blame onto Class A? And also fabricate so many baseless rumors... What's with the 'chaotic' murder case that ended up being a dismemberment, and the process in between was a bit too rushed, wasn't it?

  Speechless, I turned around and saw that our classmates seemed to be used to this kind of thing, sitting there calmly continuing to read their books.

  The so-called A-class series is not only for students with a family background that can be counted as one of the top two, but also requires students to have grades in the top 100 in the school. There are a total of 5 classes, each with 20 students. These students are all the "crème de la crème" of the school... good grades, good family background, and overall well-developed kids (except for me, uh...). Growing up in such an environment, what kind of person will they become in the future? Will they be a glamorous performer on stage, a white-collar worker at the forefront of technology, or a business magnate who controls the economy, or something else...