The sun was warm and gentle, with not a cloud in sight for miles.

At 5:37 in the afternoon, during the final class period, Class 16 of the second year of high school was studying on their own.

"Quiet, quiet!" yelled the young female teacher on the podium, straining her voice. The originally loud decibels were perfectly drowned out by the lively noise in the classroom.

The sound of a table being smashed, voices speaking, laughter, the sharp sound of chairs scraping against the floor... Various sounds came together in the not-so-large classroom, as if hosting a concert that could lift the roof with excitement.

However, due to the excellent soundproofing effect of Building One, despite such a loud noise, the corridor remained completely unaffected, as quiet as ever.

Just at this moment, the back door was pulled open from outside, and a young boy, with a black backpack slung over one shoulder, leisurely strolled in.

Strangely, the noise that the teacher couldn't suppress no matter how much they shouted mysteriously disappeared at this moment.

Everyone unconsciously glanced at the teenager, then quickly averted their gazes.

Liao Nan walked through the scattered books on the ground and directly sat at the last row's single desk. He threw his backpack, which didn't weigh much on his shoulders, onto the floor and rummaged inside to find his mobile phone and a pair of earphones.

Unlocking his phone, putting on his earphones, and leaning back against the chair's backrest, Liao Nanguang openly played a mobile game.

Taking advantage of the momentary tranquility, the teacher quickly reminded the students of a few matters that should have been arranged at the beginning of the class: "Tomorrow is the mock class division exam, the first subject being Chinese. The exam will start at 8 a.m. in the morning, so remember to bring your admission ticket and a pen for signing."

The children in the audience were no longer noisy, but it was obvious that they didn't pay attention to her words. Some were playing with their smartphones, some were sleeping, and some were doing their makeup... all sorts of things were going on.

The teacher suddenly let out a sigh and said weakly, "Study hard for the exam, try to answer as many questions as you can. We'll be forming classes soon, so make sure to review and memorize what you need to. Don't ever give up hope."

There was a boy in the audience who smiled and responded, "Ming Meimei, give up struggling. Those of us in this situation have long lost any hope of going to college. It's time to goof off and have some fun. Let's endure the remaining two years and be liberated, brothers and sisters!"

The classroom, which had finally quieted down for a while, immediately became lively again.

"Come, let's play a game of King of Glory. That damn bastard, thinking he can compete with his old man after just getting his hands on the game. Today, I am going to teach him a lesson on how to behave properly."

"Chicken dinner anyone? I'll take you to rank up."

"Hey, do you think this lipstick color makes my dark skin look more prominent?"

The teacher, known as "Ming Meimei," tugged at the corners of her mouth, as if she wanted to laugh. However, in the end, she did not let her mouth stretch upwards, only revealing a smile that was even uglier than crying.

Liao Nan glanced down, poking the screen of his cell phone, indifferent to their clamoring.

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Good-for-nothing.

This is the opinion of the entire school's faculty and students towards Class 16. It is comprised of various top-tier individuals from the bottom of the grade, all determined to become a shining example in the prestigious high school, in an attempt to single-handedly drag down the overall ranking of the school's campus in the city.

Among them, Liao Nan made the biggest contribution. At least others could barely plagiarize or at worst score over a hundred on all subjects, while he simply didn't write any papers. He handed in empty exam booklets each time and firmly occupied the first place in the grade. His carefree figure instilled fear in a crowd of academically challenged students.

Not only that, he is also the unrivaled king of his school, a miraculous specimen with equal measures of martial prowess and good looks. His awe-inspiring record of victories has spread far and wide, making him a widely known figure among the students at No. 1 Middle School.

Class 16, as a cancerous tumor in the school, is a menace that all the teachers try to avoid at all costs. They wish to be as far away as possible from this class, even wishing to be transferred by the school to teach the incoming freshmen in the first year of high school, just to avoid this group of trouble-making scoundrels.

This mess was later taken over by a newly graduated teacher named "Ming Meimei".

The original name of the teacher was Mingzhaojun, quite a poetic and picturesque name, which happened to correspond to the name of one of the Four Beauties of ancient China, Wang Zhaojun.

The troublemakers in Class 16 are not very interested in studying. They can barely recall something with their somewhat capable brains. Fine, let's call her "Mingzhuojun". No, let's call her "Mingmeimei" instead. It's much easier to remember, isn't it?

As a result, this poetic and picturesque name was reluctantly transformed into the rustic and full-of-local-flavor "Ming Meimei".

The academic performance of Class 16 is beyond what ordinary people can imagine. Even back when they were admitted to a prestigious high school, their parents had to bribe their way in. Taking advantage of the incomplete state of the national education policy and their own substantial wealth, what were they afraid of? Just pay the money and everything is settled.

Continuously stuffing money, they finally managed to get their child enrolled in First Middle School.

Liao Nan often finds it unfathomable. They bribed their child's way into No.1 High School, but what's the result? Doesn't their child still have to struggle for three years? Doesn't their child still end up unable to get into college?

Since that's the case, which school isn't just a place to stay? Why bother spending that money?

In response, his childhood friend, Bai Lu, expressed that it was all just psychological comfort and utterly useless.

Liao Nan felt he was right, and even sympathized a little with Ming Meimei.

Ming Meimei is a talented graduate who has just finished her postgraduate studies. She originally came to Yizhong High School to accumulate experience, but unexpectedly, the school assigned her this troublesome and unruly class as her first teaching assignment. It's estimated that she will be haunted by this experience for the rest of her life.

Liao Nan sympathized with her, but it didn't mean he had to change himself to accommodate Ming Meimei.

He did not want to, nor did he want to compromise.

On his turf, the fact that he refrained from causing trouble was already the greatest form of respect towards Ming Meimei.

He couldn't be bothered to do the rest.

There's no need for it.