The funniest time-travel in history: 囧囧's time-travel life

Chapter 203
Therefore, the classroom looks messy and bright.

Uh~~~~ The transfer students are too aggressive, no matter which classmate they are assigned to, it is not a flattering thing.

You can't arrange the seat next to her in the office, can you?
The head teacher glanced at the capable head cadres, his mind flashed, and he thought of a good way.

"Let me think about it, it seems to be a long time since our last transfer. Two new students came today. Why don't we rearrange our positions?"

Responding to the head teacher was a resounding "OK!" and a smiling face full of expectation.

"But how should the seats be arranged?"

The head teacher pretended to have a headache and glanced at the whole class, then grasped a fist with his right hand, spread out his left palm, and struck together in mid-air.

At the same time, the flat mirror on the bridge of her nose, which is said to enhance luck, was consecrated by a certain famous master, giving off a bit of light, accompanying her satisfied face.

"For the sake of fairness, let's draw lots! Counting from the first column, the numbers are one one, one two, one three, one four, one five,..."

The finger taps like a superficial touch on the counted position.

"In the second column, two one, two two, two three, two four, two five... If this continues, what number is drawn, take the initiative to take a seat, do the students understand?"

Fair, just and open competition, what is there not to understand?
"Understood!" The voices were in unison.

The class teacher nodded, "Squad leader!"

"To!"

A gentlemanly boy with fair features in a white Confucian uniform and black-rimmed glasses stood up quickly.

The movements were clean and neat, without the need for the head teacher to explain, so I made preparations three times and five times, took out a lottery box from the utility room supporting the classroom, and walked to the head teacher.

Throw in the piece of paper with the number written on it, shake it twice, and there will be a rustling sound inside the box.

The girl below looked at the new transfer students, and then at the box in the monitor's hand that was full of papers and where they were going.

All of them had glaucoma in their eyes, flushed faces, eager to fight, and had the urge to go up first to get a good position.

At the same time, the head teacher, who knew everything, had two thin plane mirrors on the bridge of his nose, as if they had been smeared with glitter powder. From a certain angle, they looked super shiny again. He coughed twice to attract the students' attention.

(End of this chapter)