"What nonsense are you talking, son?" The tall girl in the front row stood up and anxiously touched Zhang Yue's forehead. "Are you running a fever?"

"Ah! Why don't you believe it? If I heard it from Director Zheng, could there be any falsehood behind the corner?" Zhang Yue slapped the girl's hand away. "Don't touch my head, it's not appropriate for boys to touch each other's heads."

The girl withdrew her hand and gave him a disdainful look.

Zhang Yue pushed his hands against the podium and eagerly began to talk about the process of eavesdropping on "Mr. Zheng" at the corner of the wall.

"Yesterday, I had already returned home, but then I suddenly remembered that there was a set of papers in the drawer that I forgot to bring home. So, I went back to school again. And guess what happened? As I was passing by the office of the science teacher, I overheard Mr. Zheng's voice!"

Zhang Yue cleared his throat and imitated the tone of their English teacher, Mr. Zheng: "There were two children who went to fix the door on the day of the exam. As a result, their hands got stuck together, so they ended up taking the test hand-in-hand... Nowadays, these children, I must say, I am impressed."

"Pff, no way."

"Absolutely true!" Zhang Yue vigorously nodded his head, afraid that his words would lack conviction. "General Zheng even said that one of them is from Class Ten!"

"Tsk――" As soon as these words were spoken, the entire class instinctively let out a collective "tsk" sound. "Class Ten? Are you kidding me? They're all a group of academic geniuses and weirdos. Who would be so foolish? Just think about it, won't you?"

He said it was Gu Yan!

"Hetui!" A girl immediately exploded in anger, slamming the table. "How dare you spread rumors about my idol? I’ll beat you to death, believe it or not!"

What are you arguing about?" A chubby figure quietly entered through the back door of the classroom. With a head full of little curls and dressed in all black Adidas, it was none other than the English teacher and homeroom teacher of Class 10, Zheng Lihuan.

What are you doing, floating off during a self-study class? And you, Zhang Yue, what are you doing standing on the podium? Giving a lecture? Just keep going, I want to listen too.

Zhang Yue immediately revealed an awkward smile and sheepishly ran down to the stage.

Alright, stop arguing about this. It is indeed true that they have this matter, but what does it have to do with you guys? Have you all memorized your vocabulary words? Take out your English books and let's have a dictation.

"Fuck, ruthless!"

"Don't! No――"

The class became lively again.

I'm not sure who it was, but someone took the opportunity to shout, "I remember Liao Nan was suspected of cheating."

Zheng Lihuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "There is indeed such a matter... His grades have improved too rapidly, and on top of that, he sits next to the first-ranked student in our grade, and they even hold hands... It's only natural to have doubts."

"But you don't need to worry about this. I have already informed the headmaster, and there will be another exam tomorrow. They will use new question papers, and there will be a group of teachers supervising the exam."

Zheng Lihuan smiled again, his already small eyes narrowed into a slit, looking very endearing. "But I really believe in Liao Nan. Although he is known as the 'school bully', he is stubborn with a daring personality. He readily admits to any trouble he causes, and based on his character, he would definitely choose not to cheat rather than skip writing the exam."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The classroom door suddenly sounded a knock.

Zheng Lihuan blinked his eyes and placed his index finger vertically against his lips, making a "shh" sound. With the entire class looking at him curiously, he walked towards the door to open it.

Standing at the entrance was none other than the father of all trouble.

Father Shi had a serious expression on his face: "Why did Gu Yan from Class 10 end up in the same exam room as Liao Nan from Class 16?"

Zheng Lihuan innocently spread his hands and said, "They were stuck with super glue for three seconds, and there was nothing I could do."

When something like this happens, as the class teacher, you should have consulted with the counseling office teacher first to discuss how to resolve the matter together, instead of taking matters into your own hands—do you think you are still the unruly student you were ten years ago? You are a teacher now!"

Zheng Lihuan rubbed his nose, his eyes filled with a guilty conscience.

Father Shi criticized Zheng Lihuan, expressing his disappointment. Then, he sighed and left.

Zheng Lihuan walked through the door, and as he turned his head, he was met with pairs of eyes full of a thirst for knowledge.

The gaze still carried a malicious glimmer.

"Teacher... I heard that you were given a serious reprimand by the school since you started teaching." The class monitor blinked innocently at him and smiled.

"Well," Zheng Lihuan smiled brightly, "at that time, my younger brother was studying at Yizhong High School, and coincidentally, I was his class teacher. There was a fight among some students in the class, and he came running over with excitement, inviting me to join in watching."

"So you..."

"Yeah, so I was sitting on the steps with my little brother, munching on a bag of melon seeds, when the principal caught us."

The paragraph translates to: "The group of children: ... Mischievous?"

The approach is truly wild. It's no wonder that he is the homeroom teacher of that group of abnormal geniuses from Class Ten.

Perhaps only you can calm down that group of immortals.

Zheng Lihuan remained indifferent to the blank, staring expressions of the children in the class. He opened the English textbook, smiling kindly and warmly. "Since the watermelon has already been eaten, let's start with the dictation of words... If you make a mistake, you'll have to copy all the words one hundred times. According to feedback from your seniors, that should be just enough to fill up one notebook. Take your time and copy them slowly. No need to rush."

The group of children: ...Damn it, heartless.