You're my wife, don't doubt it!

On Wednesday, three days after Ms. Yao resigned due to unforeseen circumstances, the new homeroom teacher took office.

The new teacher's name is "Song Haijian," and he is said to be a top-level teacher invited from Suzhou. He also teaches mathematics.

Teacher Song has delicate eyebrows and eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, low cheekbones, and a thin face. She is of medium build and dresses formally, which contrasts sharply with Teacher Yao's usual baggy shorts, sneakers, and t-shirt.

When the new official took office, his first math lesson was a speech encouraging students to study.

Not wanting to hear such clichés, Xiao Yao lowered his head, letting it go in one ear and out the other, focusing solely on his own thoughts.

"Don't think that just because you're only in your first year of high school, you'll be in your second year next semester. The college entrance exam is just around the corner! And don't think that just because you're in Shanghai and the admission scores are low..."

Xiao Yao quietly put the earphones into his ears and pressed the button on the cassette player in his desk.

The beautiful melody of Lu Gengxu's "Growth" played.

"Internet cafe..." Song Haijian's voice still managed to sneak into my ears whenever it came in.

It was a bit awkward to run into Yu Luying today, so I subconsciously pretended not to see her.

"Clubs..."

Surprisingly, the other person also seemed not to see me. What's going on?

"fall in love……"

Xiao Yao felt he should go and talk things out with Yu Luying, but he found it difficult to bring it up.

"I don't care... Teacher Yao... how..."

Will she break off our friendship again, and we go back to the way things were after I first confessed my feelings to her?

"Zhou Qi's..."

Xiao Yao gazed at Yu Luying's long, flowing hair as she walked away, his thoughts drifting back to a certain afternoon during the first semester.

That day, I wrote a letter to Yu Luying. There were no straightforward words like "I like you," "I love you," or "Please be my girlfriend" in it. It was just some ambiguous words and graceful poetic lines.

At that moment, I nudged the student in front of me on the back and said, "Pass this to Yu Luying for me."

The girl glanced at herself in surprise, said nothing, but nudged the student in front of her in the back.

The letter did not reach its destination as planned, but was intercepted halfway.

The person who intercepted the letter was Wang Ming, with a pointed face and monkey-like features. He bore a resemblance to Teacher Song, who talked big on the podium, and looked quite annoying.

After receiving the letter, Wang Ming did not follow the traditional custom of passing it on to its destination. Instead, he stood up, tore the letter open, and read it aloud in front of the whole class.

"Dear Yingying, I hope you are well~" Wang Ming's exaggerated and affected tone was nauseating.

Xiao Yao hurriedly stood up and rushed to snatch it, but Wang Ming held the letter high and then tossed it to another male student.

Xiao Yao charged left and right, but he was unable to retrieve the letter.

The letter was tossed around in the crowd like a basketball, while a group recitation took place in the classroom.

The girls covered their mouths and giggled, while Yu Luying buried her head in her desk and didn't sit up for the entire self-study period.

From then on, Yu Luying ignored him—for a long time.

One day... one day, I will make Wang Ming pay the price!

“Please ask the parents…” Song Haijian said, pulling Xiao Yao out of his reverie—he reached out and ripped off Xiao Yao’s earplugs.

Xiao Yao felt a chill in his ear canal. He looked up and saw Song Haijian squinting at him, looking at him like a venomous snake locking onto its prey.

"Please have your parents come to pick it up tomorrow." Song Haijian reached into his desk drawer, found his Walkman along the earphone cord, and walked towards the podium.

A burst of gloating laughter erupted in the classroom.

"Also, if your parents can't answer me tomorrow that your hair is naturally curly, then please restore it to its original state before you come to school tomorrow." Song Haijian finished speaking, then suddenly remembered something, tapping his temple as he turned back: "From now on, in my class, anyone who perms or dyes their hair, wears earrings or jewelry, or wears an inappropriate school uniform will stand at the door during class. I don't care how lax Teacher Yao or how this school has been towards you in the past..."

"Reporting to Teacher Song, Xiao Yao has no parents," Wang Ming suddenly chimed in sarcastically.

"You!—" Xiao Yao's eyes were filled with rage as he looked at Wang Ming.

Teacher Song then turned her gaze to the class monitor, Chen Lu, who immediately stopped Wang Ming from making strange remarks and whispered a few words to Teacher Song.

When Xiao Yao saw Teacher Song looking over again, he changed his expression and lazily retorted, "I live with my grandma. She just went on a cruise today."

Song Haijian narrowed his eyes again and said casually, "It's okay if you don't have parents at home now. You can come and get them when you become parents yourself. I can wait." After saying that, he let his Walkman land on the podium at a moderate height, making a soft "thud" in the silent classroom.

--split line--

"This guy still thinks he's in the mainland? He's so controlling," Daiyu complained during lunch.

Xiao Yao himself didn't know why he ended up sitting with Zhang Jialong and Daiyu today.

"Don't worry, that guy surnamed Song won't be arrogant for long," Zhang Jialong said in a muffled voice.

"Uh, don't be too impulsive. Let's go talk to Director Lin first?" Xiao Yao said quickly.

“And that Wang Ming, we’ve disliked him for a long time,” said Daiyu. “Did you see how sarcastic he was today?”

"Mm." Xiao Yao nodded.

If someone wants to target Wang Ming, Xiao Yao has no reason to object.

Suddenly, Zhang Jialong and Daiyu both fell silent.

Xiao Yao turned around following their gazes and saw Yu Luying standing behind him holding a plastic plate covered in green food.

The girl bit her lip, glanced at the three of them, and then sat down in the empty seat next to Xiao Yao.

Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he handed me a small tangerine.

"Uh, thank you." Xiao Yao took the orange and bent down to peel it.

It must have been psychological, but Xiao Yao felt that all eyes in the cafeteria were on his table.

Zhang Jialong and Daiyu exchanged a glance: "Brother Yao, we've almost finished eating too..."

Xiao Yao glanced at them and shook his head silently and very slightly.

The two brothers opposite them were unaware of what had happened. The four of them finished their meal in an awkward silence, and no one said another word.

Xiao Yao could sense Yu Luying's anxiety and tension, not only from her trembling hands and various micro-movements, but also from the fact that her anxiety was directly shared with him.

He realized that his hands were shaking too.

After finishing the grass on her plate, Yu Luying got up and left.

Xiao Yao turned his head to watch her departing figure, but his eyes met Song Haijian's.

That guy sat in a corner of the cafeteria, resting his chin on the back of his right hand holding chopsticks. His narrow eyes looked thoughtfully at Yu Luying, then turned to look at Xiao Yao, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

--split line--

Xiao Yao felt that the so-called ups and downs, joys and sorrows of life were nothing more than this.

For example, your crush confesses her feelings to you.

However, you already have a baby girl.

For example, your class has a new, ambitious homeroom teacher who chooses you as the first target for his efforts.

However, inexplicably, you find yourself making friends again in your own class.

The last class before school ended today was physical education. Xiao Yao, Zhang Jialong, Daiyu, Xiao Xiong, and more than a dozen others occupied two basketball hoops and played a lively friendly match.

Although Xiao Yao didn't have much basketball experience, he managed to put on a remarkable performance thanks to his height and double the stamina.

Sure enough, just like in anime, girls do watch basketball games. Although there were no screams or applause, Xiao Yao still felt he was getting a lot of attention.

Yu Luying was also in the line of onlookers, holding a bottle of mineral water, as if she was going to give it to someone, but in the end she just unscrewed the cap and drank it herself.

"Clang!" Xiao Yao ended the game with a beautiful dunk... uh, layup.

"Great job, Yao-ge!" Daiyu excitedly patted Xiao Yao on the back: "How come I never realized you had this potential before!"

"A man of few words, yet possessing great talent." Zhang Jialong also gave a thumbs up.

"I thought we'd lose because Brother Bo stood us up today," said Daiyu.

"Brother Bo? Who's that? He's so amazing?" Xiao Yao replied casually.

"You traitor with thick eyebrows and big eyes!" Little Bear gave him the middle finger.

After school, Yu Luying was picked up by her mother. Xiao Yao said goodbye to Xiao Xiong and the others, and went to get some skewers with Zhang Jialong.

Associating with people like Zhang Jialong and Daiyu made Xiao Yao feel that he had finally been promoted to "bad student".

Of course, I've actually been a bad student ever since I started high school, but... associating with thugs? I'm still a little uncomfortable with that.

Fortunately, there was another "good student" in the group, namely the class monitor, Chen Lu.

Chen Lu is a girl with a round face, average height, average weight, and average looks. As the class monitor, even her mother's academic performance is average.

Although her actual work performance was passable, it's unbelievable how someone like her, who could easily blend into a crowd, was chosen by Lao Yao to be the class monitor. It's chilling to think about.

Our class monitor has recently taken on a new role: the girlfriend of "Brother Long," the class's notorious troublemaker. This unlikely combination of gangster and soldier has created a new industry landscape, and Chen Lu's management of the class has suddenly become... well, let's just say "her words are law."

Could it be that the class monitor sacrificed his personal interests for the sake of the collective? Xiao Yao thought sarcastically.

"Eat quickly, after you finish eating I'm taking Chen Lu to practice CS." Zhang Jialong put his arm around Chen Lu's shoulder.

"Playing games again?" The class monitor removed Zhang Jialong's groping hand: "I just went with you yesterday, and we agreed to study together today."

"Tomorrow, definitely tomorrow," Zhang Jialong said nonchalantly.