"Get to know me, my name is Min Xueyun.
If you have any questions in the next seven days, you can discuss it with me."
The teacher took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed his anger.
Mu Chuyue was still sitting in the same position as before, which could be regarded as the edge of the entire classroom.
Since there were only twenty sets of tables and chairs in the room, those seated at the back had no choice and ended up being completely packed.
Qian Minglan was the first to occupy the prime position under the podium, the first row closest to Min Xueyun.
Just in time for the teacher to introduce himself, he turned sideways and raised his chin provocatively towards Mu Chuyue.
He opened his lips slightly and repeated the words he had said twice before in lip language: "Drill into it and cling to it."
Due to the special terrain, Qian Minglan's arrogant attitude was caught by almost everyone in the class.
Qian Minglin sat upright, as if she had lost her patience with her sister and had no intention of restraining her.
As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.
In the space that currently only accommodates twenty students, several subtle small groups have undoubtedly formed.
Faced with this situation, some people covered their mouths and snickered.
Those were the Mustard Seed Realm "elites" who were automatically classified into the same circle as Qian Minglan; Those who keep their eyes open are hard-working people who are dedicated to studying and improving their cultivation; But most of them were ordinary people with cold faces and squinting eyes.
Like Qian Minglan, most people were under the teacher's nose at this time, and nearly half of their attention was focused on Mu Chuyue.
They wanted to see how the girl, who was currently isolated from all small groups and not very outstanding on the outside, would choose to face the current situation.
Should you be violent in public, or should you keep your head down and endure it?
Unexpectedly, Mu Chuyue's position of supporting her chin with one hand remained unchanged.
He just raised his eyelids, pointed one finger at Qian Minglan, and stretched out his slender little finger in front of everyone.
Suddenly, a full smell of gunpowder broke out between the two of them.
"I can go and have a fight."
Several boys who were not too concerned about the excitement stood up from their seats.
Their eyes swayed back and forth between the two of them, and they whistled and called again and again, hoping that they would take over on their behalf.
As soon as this sound came out, Qian Minglan's already burning anger suddenly rose into flames.
He crossed his hands and stood up with a crackling sound.
In this way, the silent atmosphere in the class came to an end.
By the time Min Xueyun came back to his senses, the surroundings had already become noisy and noisy.
She could almost imagine the mocking curve on the lips of the teachers sitting two classes next to her.
Therefore, the reserved aura on her face could no longer be restrained, and she slapped the table hard, and a loud bang came from under Min Xueyun's palm.
But it didn't go as smoothly as she imagined.
The two deafening knocks were completely drowned out by the students' laughter.
Min Xueyun felt that the dignity she had maintained for more than a year was suffering the most serious impact in history.
The culprits were the two girls who were facing each other as if there was no one around.
She had a premonition that the graceful image she had carefully cultivated had finally come to an end.
The mana was transferred to the throat, and a shocking sound suddenly covered the entire classroom.
Everyone's ears only heard a roar that was on the verge of rage: "You, get out here."
In fact, except for Mu Chuyue, there was no student present who could give her the correct number.
When her words came to her lips, she could only mumble the words "you, you".
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