He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Yang Guang sat in the last row, covering his face with his hands, unable to bear the sight.

What a shame!

If I had known this guy was such a conspicuous person, I would never have brought him to school.

"Fatty!"

Yang Guang slammed his hand on the desk, making a loud bang: "You shut it off, you bastard!"

"Are you here to study or to hold a concert?"

Chu Sheng was in the middle of a shouting match.

Hearing Yang Guang's roar, he trembled in fright and hurriedly turned off the speaker.

The ambient lighting went out instantly.

Chu Sheng put away the microphone and speaker, looking at Yang Guang with a resentful expression: "Brother Guang, I haven't even gotten into the chorus yet."

Yang Guang rolled his eyes in annoyance: "Get down here!"

"Just find a seat for now, and I'll talk to the teacher later and let you sit next to me."

Chu Sheng chuckled, carrying the large porcelain cup, and swayed as he walked down from the podium.

Almost all the seats in the class were full, except for one empty seat behind Wang Hao. All the other empty seats were filled with books, but this one was the only quiet spot.

There's nothing there.

Chu Sheng walked straight to the empty seat and plopped down in it.

The wooden chair made a creaking sound that made your teeth ache.

Wang Hao, sitting in the front, felt the ground shake.

His whole body stiffened.

Slowly, he turned his head and looked at the mountain of flesh behind him.

Chu Sheng grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth, and even enthusiastically waved the large porcelain cup in his hand at Wang Hao.

"Amitabha, benefactor, from now on we'll be sitting at adjacent desks."

"Let's discuss Buddhism sometime."

Wang Hao was so frightened that his legs cramped, and he quickly turned his head back, staring intently at the blackboard.

What a load of rubbish about Buddhism!

This fat guy looks even weirder than Yang Guang!

Just then, the classroom door was pushed open.

Substitute teacher Lao Li walked in carrying his lesson plans.

Old Li is a typical Mediterranean, with the few strands of hair on his head stubbornly combed to one side.

He had just heard heavy metal music playing in the classroom from the hallway.

Old Li walked up to the podium with a stern face and slammed his lesson plan on the table.

"Who was playing music in the classroom just now?"

The entire class fell silent.

Old Li's sharp gaze swept across the entire room, finally landing on Chu Sheng, who was sitting in the last row and was the most conspicuous.

Old Li frowned.

He pointed at Chu Sheng.

"This parent!"

Old Li strode over: "Which student's parent are you?"

"Don't you know that parents aren't allowed to enter the classroom during class time?"

"And why are you dressed so casually?"

The whole class was trying so hard not to laugh that their faces turned bright red.

Chu Sheng stood up, but his belly was so big that it bumped into Wang Hao's desk.

Wang Hao and the table were pushed forward and slid half a meter.

Wang Hao let out a muffled groan, wincing in pain.

Chu Sheng stood with one hand raised in front of his chest, looking at Lao Li with a serious expression.

"No, teacher, sir."

"I am not a parent."

"I'm a new transfer student."

Old Li was stunned.

A transfer student?

Such a big transfer student?

Old Li pushed up his black-rimmed glasses: "What's your name?"

"My name is Chu Sheng."

Old Li's face instantly darkened, and he slammed his hand on the table.

"Young man, please show some respect. I am your teacher, and you can't swear at me just because I asked for your name!"

Chu Sheng panicked and quickly waved his hands to explain, "Teacher, I didn't swear. My name is Chu Sheng."

"Chu, who clothed the world, embodies the spirit of life!"

Old Li opened his mouth, but it took him a while to react.

The whole class finally couldn't hold back any longer and burst into thunderous laughter once again.

Old Li coughed awkwardly twice and glared at the whole class.

"What are you laughing at!"

"Quiet!"

Old Li looked at Chu Sheng and sized him up: "Alright, no more music in class from now on."

"Please sit down."

Chu Sheng obediently sat down.

Old Li turned around, picked up the chalk and started writing and drawing on the blackboard, muttering all sorts of incomprehensible formulas.

Yang Guang rested his chin on his hands.

Yang Guang felt sleepy as soon as class started.

This is probably a passive skill ingrained in the DNA of a poor student: as soon as the teacher speaks, their eyelids droop as if they're weighed down by lead weights.

However, before lying down completely, Yang Guang habitually glanced at the best spot in the middle of the classroom.

result.

Empty.

Yu Zixin didn't come?

Yang Guang frowned slightly.

Not only Yu Zixin, but even her deskmate, the top student with braided hair and thick glasses that always looked like they were sitting at a wine bottle, didn't come.

That's really strange.

Based on his understanding of this adopted eldest daughter, she was absolutely the most obedient girl imaginable.

Normally, let alone leaving class early or skipping class, even being a minute late would make her feel so guilty that she couldn't eat all day.

Why haven't I seen a soul today?

Is he sick?

Or is there some other trouble happening at the old squad leader's house?

However, Yang Guang thought about it again and realized that it didn't quite make sense.

She and her deskmate were both top students in the class, consistently ranking among the top two in the grade.

Now that I'm about to face the prospect of entering higher education, I've heard that the school has some special admission quotas that can be guaranteed.

These two top students disappeared at the same time, probably to participate in some special recruitment interviews or competitions.

Thinking of this.

Yang Guang was too lazy to think about it anymore.

I stayed up most of last night refining the ghost pearl, so I need to catch up on some sleep.

Yang Guang clasped his hands together and kowtowed.

The snoring started instantly.

Hearing the commotion, Chu Sheng turned around and glanced at Yang Guang. Then, he silently pushed his large porcelain cup, engraved with golden Sanskrit characters, into the bottom of the table and lay down as well.

My mentor said that being a bad student is contagious.

Amitabha.

I think I'll just go with the flow.

This sleep.

Yang Guang slept like a log.

He even dreamed that Dazhuang was leading hundreds of bachelor ghosts, lining up to give him ghost teeth and ghost tears.

Yang Guang didn't open his eyes groggily until the bell rang and Old Li's piercing, hoarse voice boomed through the classroom.

He rubbed the drool from the corner of his mouth and looked up at the clock on the wall.

It's past eleven o'clock.

It's already the fourth period.

Yang Guang yawned widely and glanced back at the center of the classroom.

As a result, Yu Zixin's seat was still empty!

This is a bit strange.

Surely a special recruitment interview shouldn't take up an entire morning?

Yang Guang frowned slightly and reached out to pat a female classmate with a ponytail sitting in front of him.

"Hey, classmate, can I ask you something?"

The girl in front turned around, saw it was Yang Guang, and her face inexplicably turned red: "Yang... Yang Guang, what's wrong?"

Although Yang Guang usually seems a bit crazy.

But after punishing Wang Hao at school, he gained a group of female fans.

What's more, he's not bad-looking.

Yang Guang pointed to Yu Zixin's empty seat and asked in confusion, "Where did Yu Zixin and her deskmate go?"

"Why haven't I seen anyone all morning?"

The girl shook her head and said softly, "I don't know either."

"However, I think I heard during morning reading that they asked for leave."

"But I don't know exactly what they went to do, and the homeroom teacher didn't say either."

Ask for leave?

Yang Guang was stunned when he heard this.

Why would you need to ask for leave?

This adopted daughter of mine has at least called me "Dad" before, so why doesn't she even say hello?

Has something really happened?