Early on Saturday morning, Yan Ziqing rushed into her brother's room and said she wanted to eat cake.

Yan Zizheng, with sleepy eyes, climbed out of bed and put on clothes. He looked at the little one standing beside the bed and said, "I told you not to eat too much sweet food. Why didn't you listen?"

Yan Ziqing spun in place, her childish voice filled with excitement: "Grandpa said today is brother's birthday, we can have cake!"

Yan Zizheng turned on the phone next to his pillow and saw a few unread text messages. He ignored and didn't read the ones other than the one from Zhao Yu. Since Zhao Yu's birthday is only a day apart from Yan Zizheng's, they celebrate together every year.

With her brother's permission, Yan Ziqing happily dashed and skipped into the courtyard.

"Xiao Qing!"

Ma Li, her hair just freshly washed, stood at the entrance of her house with a towel wrapped around her head, beckoning and calling out, "Come here, come!"

Yan Ziqing took a step forward, and her big watery eyes curved into a smile.

Ma Liangli was combing her hair while saying, "Where is your older brother?"

Yan Ziqing turned around and pointed, saying, "Inside the house."

"Did you wake up?"

"Mmm!"

Malang Li quickly went back to the house and brought something out. He patted Yan Ziqing and said, "Let's go, let's find your brother, and then your sister will help you style your hair."

After washing his face, Yan Zizheng came out and saw Ma Liangli bending over to comb his sister's hair, who was sitting on a chair by the door.

Ma Liang glanced at Yan Zizheng standing there and couldn't help but laugh, "Take a good look and learn something, so your little sister won't be like a little madwoman all the time."

Yan Zizheng isn't very good at tying braids for his sister, they always end up messy and loose. Feeling a bit embarrassed after Ma Liangli's comment, he snorted and said, "I'll take her to get a haircut in a couple of days, then we won't have so much trouble."

After listening to his older brother's words, Yan Ziqing burst into tears and kicked her little legs, saying, "I won't cut it! I won't cut it!"

Ma Liangli hurriedly comforted: "Your brother was just joking, don't cry."

Yan Zizheng also knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he pinched his little sister's face and said, "Don't cry, I won't cut it."

Ma Liangli picked up the bag by her feet and handed it to Yan Zizheng, saying, "Here."

Yan Zizheng didn't ask first: "What is it?"

"Here's a birthday present," said Ma Liangli as she lifted Yan Ziqing from the chair. "You've finished combing your hair. Go and play now."

It can't be considered as a proper packaging, as with just a tug, the doll inside was revealed. Yan Zizheng held it in her hands, examining it closely, her eyes filled with delight.

A few days ago when I went to buy stationery, I saw this and thought the craftsmanship was excellent and very lifelike. Knowing that you really like it, I bought it for you.

Yan Zizheng's mouth curled up: "Thanks."

Ma Liangli is Yan Zizheng's childhood friend, and they have been living in the same compound with his grandparents since they were born. They went to the same kindergarten, elementary school, and middle school, and now they are both attending Yizhong High School. Yan Zizheng is not fond of making friends. Those who have become close to him have earned his trust and friendship over time. The two people he is closest to are Ma Liangli and You Zhaoyu.

Yu Zhao Yu said that it was quite punctual for Yan Zi Zheng to come at ten o'clock in the morning. I heard his voice before seeing him.

"Xiao Qing! Brother Zhaoyu is here!"

Marion Li heard the voice and leaned out to complain, "Why are you shouting? Grandpa Yan is sleeping."

Zhaoyu completely ignored Ma Liangli and took a few large steps forward, picking up the giggling Yan Ziqing and planting a kiss on her left cheek before kissing her right cheek.

Yan Zizheng never liked to see the way Zhao Yu treated Yan Ziqing like a spoiled daughter, so he reached out and brought his sister back into his arms.

Zhao Yu exclaimed, "It seems that none of Brother's girls should be messed with, whether they are older or younger."

Ma Li laughed and said, "Why? Gong Yue's older brother isn't even in this city, and yet he's still causing trouble for you?"

Yu Zhaoyu chuckled and said, "Thanks to Gong Yu's departure, I have rid myself of my biggest stumbling block."

"That's because I haven't seen any progress from you," Ma Liangli pouted. "Besides, there are so many people pursuing Gong Yue, and she hasn't paid attention to any of them. They have all given up, so when will you learn to give up?"

"I must persevere until I catch up to her!"

Yan Zizheng slapped away the hand raised by Zhao Yu, who was about to swear, and said, "Shut up, don't bring down a calamity."

From Zhao Yu: "Let's go out and have some fun. I brought my car."

Yan Zizheng raised an eyebrow and said, "Did you steal your dad's car again? Just wait until he finds out, he'll definitely kill you."

"My dad is on a business trip and won't be back for more than ten days," said Yu Zhaoyu with a smug expression, "With the mountains high and the emperor far away, I am temporarily free."

The shopping mall in the city center opens at 9:30 in the morning. Tong Yuying had already brought Lin Jinglei and Lin Tai by 9 o'clock. It was transitioning into autumn, and she wanted to buy new clothes for the two children.

When it comes to buying new clothes, Lin Tai is very proactive. He finished selecting everything within an hour of going shopping. On the other hand, Lin Jinglei, dragging his long legs, walked at the very end and kept yawning. He is the least willing to go shopping.

"Aunt, I have enough clothes to wear. Please don't buy any for me," Lin Jinglei suggested. "Can't I just come out and buy them when I run out? Let's go back."

Tong Yuying smiled and said, "Since it's just in time for the holidays, let's go shopping together. If there's something you like, try it on. If it looks good, buy it. If you wait until you realize you need it, it'll be too late. You can never have too many clothes."

Lin Jinglei knew that his aunt cared for him and didn't want her to be tired of walking in high heels, so he nodded and went ahead towards a clothing store.

Bought two sets of clothes from head to toe in a hurry, and came out carrying large and small bags. The three of them were extremely thirsty. Lin Jinglei, unusually considerate, let his younger brother and his aunt go to the supermarket across the street to buy water after putting down their things.

Yu Zhao-yu often took the opportunity to secretly drive out when his father was not around. Because he didn't have a driver's license, Ma Liang-li never dared to ride in his car. If it wasn't for the agreement to celebrate Yan Zi-zheng's birthday and have a meal together, she would not have participated as usual. She sat in the backseat of the car, reminding Yu Zhao-yu, who was talking to Yan Zi-zheng in the passenger seat, to drive carefully all the way.

As Zhaoyu approached the busy city center, the increasingly chaotic traffic frustrated him, exacerbated by the ink stains. Annoyed, he turned his head and impatiently exclaimed, "I know how to drive!"

At this moment, about twenty meters ahead of the car, a person suddenly appeared, forcefully crossing the road. After Zhao Yu saw clearly, he exclaimed loudly, "Damn it, Lin Jinglei. Consider him unlucky. I'll scare him with a sudden acceleration."

As the car suddenly accelerated, Yan Zizheng saw Lin Jinglei hesitating without knowing what to do. His body seemed uncontrollable, acting on reflex, he immediately leaned and grabbed the steering wheel, diverting the car's route without even thinking.

The black car brushed past the slender figure, who was so scared that they tightly closed their eyes and shrunk their shoulders. The wind generated by the passing car blew the boy's bangs and the corner of his white shirt.

Maru Ma's ear-piercing scream was bone-chilling. Zhaoyu broke out in a cold sweat and, after adjusting the direction of the car, turned his head and cursed, "Are you fucking crazy? I have boundaries, why are you messing around!"

Yan Zizheng shifted his gaze to the rearview mirror, frowning in silence.

What was that feeling just now? It's strange, he can't describe it. Looking at Lin Jinglei, who is always at odds with him, he is not pleased but rather very nervous. It's like there's a hand squeezing his heart, making it hard to breathe freely. He rolls down the car window and feels the refreshing breeze on his face. It must be too hot inside the car.

Ever since the start of the school year, it has been the responsibility of the second-year high school students to raise the flag every Monday. However, the class advisor announced during a school-wide assembly that starting from November and December, the flag-raising duties will be given to the first-year students. Each class will need to nominate a flag bearer, and then a fixed flag-raising team will be selected from the first-year students.

Qiao Fengzi has always favored a democratic approach. After finishing her statement during self-study class, she immediately instructed the whole class to take out pieces of paper and vote. Seeing a few students in the back still not moving, their heads resting on the desk, she spoke sternly, "Everyone, take out a piece of paper and write!"

"Damn it, so annoying," Lin Jing Lei, who had just woken up, flipped through a stack of books on the table and kicked the chair in front of him. "Si Mei Qi, give me a piece of paper."

A few days ago, my meal card was stolen. This girl obviously still holds a grudge as she didn't even turn her head and said, "I won't give it to you."

Lin Jinglei had no choice but to tear off the blank sheet of paper at the front of the physics exercise book. Leaning forward, he muttered under his breath, "If they won't give me the paper, they should at least tell me which poem to write from memory."

Si Meiqi surrendered completely, her face full of admiration as she turned around and shouted softly, "Are you dumb? We're not supposed to write ancient poems, we're supposed to vote for the flagbearer!"

Lin Jinglei threw his pen upon hearing the selection of an incompetent flagbearer, feeling increasingly annoyed and frustrated by the intermittent sound of tearing paper all around him.

The class monitor went around the tables collecting the votes. When he reached Lin Jinglei's table, she lowered her head and reminded him, "You must vote, just write something down randomly. Otherwise, if the total number of votes is not enough, the class leader will definitely investigate, and it won't be good for anyone."

Lin Jinglei, feeling helpless, made a big stroke on the paper and wrote two words that danced across the entire page. He then crumpled up the paper and handed it to the girl sitting by the table, dismissing her like a beggar. Thinking about Tang Shan, who walked around so seriously with a red flag, he couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry, brother, but I can only deceive you."

Qiao Fengzi instructed the head of the village team to tally the votes and report back before leaving. The head of the village team is called Sun Xueling, a very demure girl. Without finishing reading half of the votes, she pushed her glasses and said in a rare rough manner, "I'm going. There's no need to read any further. Almost every paper has the same name written on it."

The classmates sitting at neighboring desks leaned in to take a closer look after hearing, and whispers quickly spread throughout the room.

Lin Jinglei bent down to pick up a pen, and as he stood up, he saw the head in front of him turning abruptly to look at him. He thought there was something on his face and quickly wiped it off.

Sun Xueting stood up and said, "Lin Jinglei, it's you."

"What do you mean it's me?"

"Captain, our class will nominate you as the flag bearer."

"I'm not going," Lin Jinglei objected without hesitation, "Whoever loves to go, can go."

No matter how Sun Xuetin tried to use her cuteness, charming coquetry, and alluring persuasion in the next ten minutes, Lin Jinglei didn't give in. However, it was a single sentence from Si Meiqi that hit the crucial point and ultimately resolved the whole matter.

"You look so handsome, it's a waste not to show it off. Just agree to it."

It turned out that everyone didn't collectively want to mess with him, but rather collectively trusted Yan. This made Lin Jinglei's mood float with joy, but he still had an impatient look on his face. "I'll go, who's afraid of who."

Relatively speaking, the selection of the flag bearer for the neighboring Class 17 went much smoother. The entire process didn't take a minute. The class teacher directly appointed Yan Zizheng, who received unanimous support from all the students without any objections.

A few days ago, Zou Jing had a conversation with Yan Zizheng. He could perceive from the child's demeanor that there was a determination not to completely fall into depravity. With a little attention and words of encouragement, Zou Jing believed that he could reignite that originally righteous and enthusiastic spirit.

Zou Jing likes to sit in the back of the classroom during self-study classes, reading books while also paying attention to the discipline. Whenever he takes his seat at the back of the classroom, he blends in like any other student. The headmaster even failed to recognize him in the classroom a few times when he came to supervise. In private, he even praised their class for having particularly good discipline during self-study classes.

But in this last self-study class, he stood at the front and spent half of the class time conveying the specific content of the class leader's meeting. In addition to flag-raising matters, it also included the supervision of class discipline, the maintenance of indoor and outdoor hygiene, various activities for the Red Culture Month, the upcoming mid-term examination, and the parent-teacher meeting after the examination.

After he repeated the simple annotations on the conference record book, his mouth felt dry and he threw the keys to the class representative, instructing them to fetch the exercise book and bring his water cup along as well.

When the class representative opened the door to leave, a noisy sound from outside rushed in. Zou Jing furrowed his brows and walked down from the podium to the outside.

He stood at the back door of Class 18 and knocked on the open door, saying, "Be quiet!"

After he appeared, the chaotic atmosphere inside the room began to quiet down. Zou Jing pointed at two students who were just causing a ruckus in the hallway and said, "Lin Jinglei, Tang Shan, both of you go back to your seats!"

Lin Jinglei pursed his lips and sat back in his seat. He didn't like the students in Class 17, nor did he like the homeroom teacher of Class 17. However, since Zou Jing was their class teacher after all, he still had to listen to what he had to say, at least he had to put on a show in front of him. But this young male teacher was quite popular among the girls in their class. They always giggled and asked him questions, even the aloof goddess Gong Yue. He didn't know if they genuinely didn't understand or if they were pretending not to understand.

Zou Jing turned around and returned to his seat. He first picked up the water on the podium and took a few sips. Inadvertently, he noticed that the students whose exercise books he had just corrected were walking around his designated seat with great caution.

He then carried his water cup and walked over to investigate.

Strangely enough, it seemed as if every step he took was being monitored, with many classmates eagerly awaiting the spectacle on their faces.

Zou Jing's years of teaching experience told him that he was being underestimated by some mischievous students.

He walked briskly to the back row and pressed his finger on the desk. After placing the water cup on the table, he turned around and started walking towards the lectern. From somewhere, he heard a soft sigh of disappointment as someone nearby did not sit in their seat.

He smirked and paced back and forth, saying, "Make sure to carefully review the exercise book, organize incorrect answers in the error book, and complete two more pages for tomorrow. The class representative will collect them tomorrow afternoon."

Zou Jingshi occasionally glanced at the side profile of a teenager on a certain seat. He consistently moved around in the aisle without returning to his own seat. If I'm not mistaken, there must be something wrong with his chair.

He hesitated whether or not to publicly raise this issue in front of the whole class. He was pretty certain about who did it but lacked evidence.

The current situation seems to be a failure for him. Having someone like Yu Zhaoyu, who he doesn't get along well with, is already a challenge. Now, there are also some followers who are adding more endless pranks to deal with.

It took Zou Jing two minutes to make up his mind. He walked straight towards the back row and when he reached his seat, he kicked the chair leg.

Sure! Here's the translation of the paragraph:

Sure enough, the entire chair collapsed, with the metal and wood falling to the ground as if they had landed on his head.

He suppressed his anger and spoke slowly and firmly, "Who did it? Step forward!"

Silence fell over the surroundings.

"Very well," Zou Jing continued leisurely, "When someone voluntarily confesses or reports to me today, that's when we'll finish school."