Chapter 702
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The third year of high school was stressful, but what did this have to do with the third class?
The monthly test results still made the teachers of the third class, led by Wang Zhongyun, proud. Every day when they entered the office, they would straighten their backs.
Today was different from the past. Their third class was the class with the most potential!
What? You said that the third class's current results had nothing to do with them?
This was jealousy!
Some people also said that it was the critical moment of learning and the time for the final sprint. Yet they collectively asked for leave to go out and play. They were ignorant and incompetent!
Hehe, still jealous!
If you have the ability, then your class monitor is also awesome! Not only could he control everyone, but he could also control them to run and study. He could also drag thirty students and forcefully pull the last class of the grade to the top ten of the grade.
Not convinced?
Then they could only hold it in!
Wang Zhongyun was so smug that he strolled around the school with a thermos cup in his hand.
He listened to the students behind him pointing at him.
They said:
"Hey, did you see that! That Teacher Wang is the form teacher of the third class. He's awesome! "
"I'm convinced!"
"If only I could transfer classes. I feel that the learning atmosphere of the third class is so good!"
"It's not just that! The students of the third class collectively asked for leave to go out and play! At this time, I don't even have enough time to sleep. I have to go to cram class every day until I vomit! Their school life is worth remembering in the future! Us? In the future, when we recall, it will be endless papers, endless classes, and a race against time every day! "
"Someone else's form teacher! I'm impressed! "
Someone else's form teacher!
Did you hear that?!
Wang Zhongyun's body and mind were free and comfortable!
He could even happily greet his old classmates when he saw them.
Unfortunately, the other party did not give him a good face.
But what did that matter?
Can't I be happy?
After a vote, the third class finally decided to go to a farmhouse in the neighboring city.
The scenery there was beautiful, but the place was remote.
After getting off the plane, they had to take a two-hour car ride to the pier, then take a half-hour boat ride, and finally land on a small island.
The island was sparsely populated. Because it was troublesome and the journey was bumpy, there were not many tourists.
The prices here were relatively low, and it was a good place to rest, bask in the sun and take a walk every day.
It was a torturous journey. They were all pampered young masters and young ladies. After sitting down on the dirt road for two hours, when they got off the car, they were screaming that their waists were about to break and their buttocks were about to split.
Song Yaoyao could still accept it, but once she got on the boat, she couldn't take it anymore.
The boat drifted on the sea, swaying, accompanied by the smell of engine oil, making Song Yaoyao's vision turn black. She leaned against the railing in a daze. The people who came were all young people. The sea breeze was comfortable, and the air was filled with a faint salty smell. It was as comfortable as it could get.
It was as if the turbulence just now didn't exist. He quickly put it to the back of his mind and excitedly ran around the boat to take selfies.
Someone even proudly opened a post in the school forum, intending to record the happy holiday life of these days.
As soon as Tang Xinrou boarded the boat, she started flirting with An Feiran.
The two of them sat at the end of the boat. The girl leaned against the boy's shoulder. The two of them were quiet and did not speak. It was like a beautiful painting.
"What's wrong? Seasick? "
Shen Xun leaned against the railing and lowered his head slightly. He saw the girl's weak little face, and her usually plump lips were extremely dry.
He frowned and listened to the noise. He rubbed his eyebrows, and his eyes were filled with hostility.
(End of chapter)
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