C9 (1/2)

The whole classroom was once again in chaos. The battle between the boys and the girls was so annoying. How noisy! There was another monotonous argument. So annoying.

”Shit! ”Shut up!”

Zuo En raised his metallic foot and kicked the podium!

As a result, the advanced loudspeaker podium machine, immediately short-circuited, produced sparks, exploded into a flash, and then, disappeared!

AHH!” ”Oh my god, Zorn broke another six million yuan podium machine!

”Zuo En, what did you come here for!”

”Aren't you afraid of death? Zuo En, he kicked away many of his classmates. I remember the day before yesterday, Zuo En threw a girl from another school down from the window. ”Oh my god, it's too scary!”

”Oh my god!” So handsome! ”What a cool Zuo En!”

Mad, the whole class, Mu Mu, thought with a frown. This person is too dangerous, he can hide as far away as he can! This kick isn't as simple as six million, it's practically half of his life!

”Little!”

Zuo En made another move! The class immediately shut up.

At this moment, a foreign professor walked in with a book in his hand and got out of the situation.

”As some of the students have left, and new students have entered, we will now change our seats.”

The red-haired professor took the roll and started counting the people.

”For the sake of fairness, we are now going to decide who is sitting with whom by grabbing a piece of paper. As the number of girls is equal to that of boys, it is up to girls to take the paper balls. ”

As soon as the professor finished speaking, he put down the basket, and immediately a large group of people rushed up, like wild horses galloping, like hungry people fighting over food, frantically snatching the paper slip.

Half the girls shouted, ”Zuen! Zuo En! I want to sit with Zorn! ”

The other half of the girls shouted, ”Liuchuan! Flowing Rivers! I want to sit together with Liuchuan! ”

As a result, after everyone had left, there was only one piece of paper left. It was left alone under the table like a rootless piece of duckweed or catkin, drifting about haphazardly. It looked so similar to a rootless piece of wood … It was more like a blond child crying in the rain, abandoned by the whole world.

The wooden log slowly walked over and picked up the ball of paper on the ground, just like how he used to save those injured little animals.