Chapter 1795: Chapter 988: I Am Here to Bear Witness

Before the third class in the morning.

Dong Qingfeng returned to Class 8 and cut the Black Plum, handing it to Jiang Ning.

"What’s this?" Jiang Ning asked.

Dong Qingfeng’s expression shifted: "Mr. Guo gave it to you."

"Thanks for running the errand." Jiang Ning expressed gratitude.

Always proud, Dong Qingfeng’s face was somewhat stiff at the moment, and he numbly returned to his seat.

The warning bell rang.

Wu Xiaoqi’s music played out from his pants pocket, and he dribbled a basketball along to the beat as he entered the classroom, kicking up dust on the floor, embodying an ash basketball player with an unbeatable style.

Zhang Yifei was eating steamed dumplings, and she immediately cursed: "Wu Xiaoqi, has water gotten into your brain?"

Wu Xiaoqi wasn’t intimidated by her at all; instead, he dribbled the basketball to her side, intentionally causing trouble.

Zhang Yifei, furious, launched an aggressive bull attack, but Wu Xiaoqi sprang back a leg like a monkey, easily dodging.

The rhythm of his jumping harmonized with the basketball, his eyes flashing with provocation: "I’m improving, what about you?"

He trained hard in basketball day and night; his skills had already reached a high level!

Zhang Yifei angrily shouted: "Jiaojiao!"

Pang Jiao slowly turned her massive body, her giant eyes locked onto Wu Xiaoqi.

Wu Xiaoqi immediately felt chills, his back cooling, suddenly seeming like a naive child in front of her.

Wu Xiaoqi awkwardly smiled: "You see, you’re getting anxious again!"

He quickly packed up the basketball.

Deskmate Duan Shigang took out a chessboard, inviting: "Xiao Qi, game of chess?"

Wu Xiaoqi holding the basketball declined: "Sorry, I need to study!"

After speaking, he took out his phone and started watching an NBA game.

Duan Shigang was left speechless; he turned around and asked Huang Zhongfei: "Old Huang, game of chess?"

Yu Wen was annoyed: "Can you stop talking to the class monitor?"

Huang Zhongfei didn’t refuse; he had a good temperament: "Class is about to start, not very convenient, but we can play after class."

Duan Shigang didn’t mind: "Hey, what’s the difference between biology class and recess?"

He continued looking for other classmates to play chess, but half-decent student Cao Kun refused, leaving Duan Shigang no choice but to join Hu Jun and their ’Rust War’ darkened gaming session.

As for Cui Yu and Meng Gui, they had already found resources and were ready to watch films.

They chose the pretty teacher type, pairing it with the noble and beautiful Teacher An Chan, it was simply double the happiness, ultimate joy; Cui Yu couldn’t wait!

Zhao Qianqian took out his makeup tools, dressing himself up in a pretty boy-girl style.

When Teacher An Chan stepped into Class 8, what she saw was this scene, and her delicate face hardened.

Before she came to Class 8, she had already decided that if chaos ensued again, she wouldn’t be courteous!

Yet, before An Chan started to get angry.

Cui Yu stood up to ’scold’ others: "Please, can you respect Teacher An! Do you understand honoring the teacher and respecting them!"

Meng Gui: "Exactly, haven’t you seen Teacher An getting angry?"

The two sang in harmony, leaving Teacher An Chan speechless.

She picked up the textbook: "Class time!"

Teacher An’s teaching skills were commendable, managing to deliver despite pressure.

As the talking noise in the back was loud, Teacher An could only suppress it with an even louder voice, it was as if both sides were competing, the volume climbing steadily, and when the mountainous woman warrior spoke.

Teacher An felt like a little leaf in the waves.

Teacher An’s face turned red with frustration: "Can you all stop talking!"

Liu Chuandao’s shoehorn face laughed with delight: "Haha, she’s angry, seeing a woman angry always makes me want to laugh."

"Liu Chuandao, stand at the back!" Teacher An ordered.

Liu Chuandao looked at the brothers by the back blackboard, then at the slightly angry Teacher An, the angry beauty was truly beautiful, he had a peculiar sense of enjoyment.

After one class, An Chan was hoarse.

She returned to the office, leaning on the chair, her eyes vacant, feeling physically drained.

The literary teacher, very refined, tried to strike up a conversation: "Teacher An, is your Mandarin at a level 1A? I feel it’s particularly standard, listening to you is like listening to poetry."

An Chan ignored him.

The literary teacher was slightly embarrassed.

Gao Heshuai was gloating on the sidelines.

Mrs. Zhou gave Gao Heshuai a look, and pointed to the cup in front, as a colleague in the same office, she thought Gao Heshuai was quite steady, so she was willing to give pointers.

After all, regardless of age, courting a girl inevitably involves being good.

Gao Heshuai understood, immediately picked up a disposable cup, quickly filled it with hot water and offered it.

"Teacher An, have some water to soothe your throat."

An Chan: "Thank you."

The literary teacher was very jealous; unbelievably, he lost to the black and robust Gao Heshuai!

An Chan took the cup, drank half a mouthful, and immediately spit it out, burnt and covering her mouth, huffing with pain.

Mrs. Zhou pinched the cup, felt the surface temperature, and sighed.

Gao Heshuai was puzzled: "Is it very hot? I usually drink it at this temperature."

An Chan, after all, was just a twenty-two or twenty-three-year-old girl, now feeling aggrieved and wanting to cry.

Guo Ran was tidying up her textbooks: "Teacher An, after this class we’ll go to the cafeteria to eat together."

An Chan looked at the carefree Guo Ran, unable to understand: "Mr. Guo, is teaching Class 8 really so easy?"

During the previous class break, she had differing opinions with Mr. Guo about the quality of Class 8.

Guo Ran thought for a moment, saying: "Since you don’t believe, you can sit in the back and observe this class."

An Chan didn’t believe, she didn’t believe that Class 8 could be so obedient, nor did she believe Mr. Guo’s classroom control skills would be much higher than hers!

This was pride stemming from being an outstanding graduate of East China Normal University!

An Chan readily agreed: "Sure."

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At the same time, Zhang Chi was in the back applying the bruise ointment Duan Shigang gave him, treating the facial swelling.