Class 8.
Song Sheng and Pang Jiao were holding hands, dancing and singing in the classroom, both squeezing out happy smiles.
Wang Longlong raised his textbook rolled into a microphone, waving it elegantly like a conductor's baton.
The melodious song echoed through the class "Let's enjoy to the fullest, I ask you, my dear friend~"
Cui Yu was helping by tapping on the table, producing a DJ-like beat, and it was indeed quite catchy.
Shan Qingrong was first confused, then his expression changed. After all, being the homeroom teacher of Class 8, he was well aware of the character of his students.
Wang Longlong's improvisation was indeed impressive, but the tilted desk, the books on the floor, and the red boxing gloves in Song Sheng's hands all revealed what had happened.
Could it possibly escape Shan Qingrong?
On the first day of school, all this nonsense, don't you care about my face?
Shan Qingrong smiled instead of getting angry, a smile appeared on his round face.
