A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Nanzhou College, Class Yellow Three, commonly known as the worst class, and it is about to be disbanded.

"Have you heard? There's a new 15-year-old man who has reached the Great Perfection of Spiritualization."

The sloppy boy walked in from outside, threw the greasy package on the table, then calmly and skillfully reached out his hand and threw the mouse sleeping in the table drawer out of the window.

The classroom was silent, and none of the three people present paid any attention to him.

The young man didn't care and said to himself: "At the age of fifteen, he has reached the Great Perfection of Spiritual Transformation, and he is not even a disciple of a noble family. What a monster!"

"I'll go take a look. Do you guys want to go and see?"

The sloppy boy took out a green fruit from his cloth bag and started to chew it, asking casually without expecting any of them to answer.

As he said this, he carried his cloth bag and walked out.

Meng Shiwu didn't have any dreams in his life. He only had two hobbies: eating fruits and watching fun.

The sloppy young man walked in the academy, and all the disciples who saw him avoided him.

Meng Shiwu didn't care.

What do you care about?

How nice it would be to avoid him!

Wherever Meng Shiwu went, the roads were wide and never crowded!

From a distance, Meng Shiwu saw the little genius who was the focus of everyone's attention.

It is indeed really beautiful.

The little girl is pretty, with exquisite features from her hair to her toes, but she doesn't look spoiled and arrogant like the disciples of aristocratic families.

Following the stingy miser, she appears to be more peaceful and gentle in contrast to the miser.

Meng Shiwu couldn't help but whistle.

The next second, Meng Shiwu saw the little genius looking up at him.

Meng Shiwu was stunned for a moment, then he smiled generously and raised the fruit in his hand to the little girl.

Under the gaze of the little girl, he put the fruit into his mouth, took a bite, and it was obvious that he enjoyed it very much.

Bei Wan looked at the sloppy boy from afar, but suddenly stopped.

"I can choose my own class, right?" she asked the elder in front of her.

"Yes, we have the Immortal Class..."

Before the elder finished speaking, he saw the little girl's expression was indifferent. She raised her hand and pointed in a direction with a firm voice: "I want to be in the same class with him."

Meng Shiwu:?

The elder looked in the direction and saw that there was a temporary empty seat among the densely packed crowd watching the genius.

That was exactly the location Bei Wan was pointing to, and there was only one person there, a person...who was basically known by everyone in the academy, but everyone stayed away from him.

The elder suspected that he had misunderstood or that the little girl had pointed to the wrong thing.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to confirm, he heard the little girl's answer was more accurate.

"The slovenly one who eats fruit."

The boy eating fruit:?

This little girl doesn't look stupid, but why does she seem to be a little slow in the brain?

It's probably a serious illness!

Choose him?

As if knowing everyone's thoughts, Bei Wan lowered his eyes and then looked at the boy firmly again: "It's him."

Bei Wan couldn't describe the feeling.

The boy was clearly slovenly, with hair like a mess that covered most of his face, and even his features could not be seen clearly, but Bei Wan just felt that.

Fourth senior brother!

This guy looks so much like Fourth Brother!

His body shape, height, the way he eats the fruit, and that feeling of... I don't submit to anyone, you can do whatever you want, I don't care.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Meng Shiwu calmly finished the last two bites of the fruit, then clapped his hands, turned around and left.

It’s true that he likes to watch the fun, but that doesn’t mean he likes to be the fun himself.

"and many more!"

The corner of his clothes was grabbed by someone, stopping him from moving forward. Meng Shiwu did not hide his displeasure at all, and without even turning his head, he just said with a smile: "The clothes are dirty, you'd better let go."

Bei Wan's breathing stagnated. This was such a sarcastic feeling!

"You look familiar."

The little girl's voice was obedient and muffled.

Meng Shiwu pulled back the corner of his clothes and said with a smile: "Maybe... sloppy people all look the same!"

"which class are you in."

"Yellow Class 3, but it looks like it's going to be disbanded soon."

Meng Shiwu chuckled. What a joke. This little girl really thought that the academy would let her come to Class Huang 3?

Isn't this funny!

Half an hour later.

The little girl in the gold and red school uniform appeared at the door of Class 3 Huang.

Bei Wan looked around at the shabby Huang Sanban. It was really shabby.

The doors couldn't be closed and there were several holes that hadn't been repaired. However, there were kind-hearted spiders trying to patch them up with their webs.

There were five or six tables lying around inside, with four people inside.

"Meng Shiwu."

A soft and calm voice sounded in Meng Shiwu's ears.

Meng Shiwu, who was sleeping, was startled and sat up straight, frowning and looking at the little girl who appeared at the door as if she was a lunatic.

No, this person really came?

Why would you come to Class 3 Huang when you can go to the Xianpin Class?

Meng Shiwu was irritable and impatient: "Are you sick? What are you doing in Huangsanban?"

The little girl blinked and said calmly, "I'm not sick. I'll teach you."

"Teach...teach us?"

Meng Shiwu paused, and an even more sick idea emerged in his mind.

At this time, the dean, who had only been seen at the opening ceremony, walked out from behind and exerted a strong pressure, forcing the people in Class 3 of Huang to wake up.

Looking at the dirty, messy and disorderly Class 3, he frowned.

"From today on, this is your teacher, Jun Beiwan."

Meng Shiwu:?

The following three people from the Yellow Class 3:?

Although they were in the same class, the four people who hardly got along with each other, at this moment, all looked up at the same time, their eyes falling on the little girl who was not even as tall as any of them.

There was only one thought in my mind.

What about playing?

"I disagree."

Meng Shiwu suddenly slammed the table and stood up. For some reason, he couldn't accept it. He couldn't accept that this little guy was a generation older than him!

"Ah."

Facing the angry teenager who slammed the table, Bei Wan just nodded and said, "Refutation is invalid."

Meng Shiwu:! ?

Bei Wan lowered his eyes.

If what the dean and others said is true, then Meng Shiwu is indeed not the fourth senior brother.

Meng Shiwu has a complete life experience and he is not a new comer to the academy, so he cannot be the fourth senior brother.

But Bei Wan still felt that they were too similar. But there was no need to worry, she would slowly figure out what was going on.

As for Class 3 Huang...

Even if Meng Shiwu wasn't here, she would have come looking for him.

The dean looked at the little girl with a serious look, and as he left, he whispered in secret: "We'll know the result in two months."

The little girl was not in a hurry and smiled calmly: "Of course."

Beiwan’s goal is very clear.

At Nanzhou College, she wants to be a student in the best class and a teacher in the worst class.

It would be best if the worst class could be upgraded to medium level in half a year, and then resources could be provided to more people.

And this is the bet between her and Nanzhou College.

Success, she will have the opportunity to allow some children from non-aristocratic families to enjoy more resources.

if……

It's impossible not to succeed.

Bei Wan looked at the four students in front of her, each of whom was taller than her when they stood up, and she was not panicked at all.

it's nothing.

If students are disobedient, they are most likely useless and can be cured by a beating.

If one meal isn’t enough, then two meals will do.

Keep fighting until you surrender.