Don't think of rebirth.

When Yu Yuan arrived at the class, she was not in a good mood.

Last night Yu Xin ran to her room and asked what kind of person the head teacher of Class 12 was.

If Yu Yuan were to say, her homeroom teacher Shen Mingzhe... was pretty good.

Shen Mingzhe is a Chinese teacher and has been teaching at Mingde for many years. When it comes to teaching, he can be said to be quite skilled and has a high level of teaching.

I never feel bored during class. In my free time, I will chat with students about something, such as my past experiences or interesting stories of other teachers.

Moreover, he is very tolerant towards students. He will cover up for students' minor mistakes and try his best to resolve them. Compared with other teachers, he is much easier to get along with.

When Yu Yuan was talking to Yu Xin, she also mentioned a joke about the head teacher of Class 3: "Old Shen said that your head teacher once stepped in mud during the rain, and the office was covered with mud. The dean saw it and asked him to get a mop and not leave until he mopped the floor clean."

After saying this, Yu Yuan found it funny, but she didn't laugh twice. When she saw Yu Xin's expression, she subconsciously stopped laughing.

She came to her senses and stammered, "I'm not saying bad things about your head teacher, I just... I think it's quite funny..."

Yu Xin took a breath and said, "I think it's not appropriate for Teacher Shen, as Teacher Chen's colleague, to tell students jokes about his colleague."

Especially since Chen Zelin is not yet the head teacher of Class 12, as time goes by, it is inevitable that the students of Class 12 will have the idea that "that teacher is just so-so."

Yu Yuan originally wanted to say that it was not just about the teacher of Class 3, but also about the teachers of other classes. However, looking at Yu Xin's expression, she did not dare to say it out loud.

After that, Yu Xin said nothing more and left Yu Yuan's room.

Yu Yuan, on the other hand, was filled with anger and didn't know what to say.

She walked into the door of Class 12's classroom and saw a few boys gathered together, talking proudly about something and throwing a few spray paint cans.

The steel balls in the jar made a clanging sound as they were thrown up and caught, which was a bit harsh.

Yu Yuan frowned. The monitor of Class 20 was Yan Zhengqing. In addition, among the 13 students in Class , were boys, so the atmosphere in the class was rather... barbaric.

She thought for a long time before deciding on this word, but it was still not enough to describe her feelings.

The student with the highest status is naturally Yan Zhengqing, followed by students who have a good relationship with him, then students who are willing to cooperate with Yan Zhengqing, and finally students who do not want to be involved with Yan Zhengqing.

There is actually only one student of the last type left now, a girl named Ningfu. She is average-looking and speaks in a soft voice, making her inconspicuous in the class.

Sometimes Yu Yuan felt that Ning Fu didn't want to be involved with Yan Zhengqing, but her presence was too low and she was not noticed by Yan Zhengqing.

So other students would usually pretend not to see Ningfu and ignore her.

As for Yu Yuan herself, thanks to Lin Xiaoxue, Yan Zhengqing remembered her name and could barely be considered a second-type student.

Lin Xiaoxue herself does not belong to the category of the three types of students at all. She is the person Yan Zhengqing likes, and naturally she is unique.

Yu Yuan avoided the boys and sat down in her seat.

Sitting behind her was Lin Xiaoxue, and she could talk to her just by turning around.

Yu Yuan lowered her voice and asked, "What are those boys talking about?"

Lin Xiaoxue shook her head in bewilderment: "I just got here too, so I didn't pay much attention." After a pause, she added, "If you're curious, I can ask for you?"

Yu Yuan shook her head: "No need, forget it if you don't know."

At this time, she was a little envious of Yu Xin. When she was playing with Zhima before, she saw Yu Xin replying to messages in the class group.

It was then that she realized that it was normal for a class of students to have a class group. Any temporary notices could be sent in the group and they could also chat together.

There is no such thing in Class 12. However, Yan Zhengqing has a small group with a few boys he is on good terms with. Usually, he makes the call and a few of his younger brothers go and notify others.

There are also small groups of a few people formed among students who have good relationships with each other.

As for matters in the class, it all depends on classmates who are on good terms with each other to tell each other. For example, Ningfu often misses some news because no one will take the initiative to tell her.

Yu Yuan felt that something was not right with Class 12, but she didn't dare to say it out loud. She knew that it would make Yan Zhengqing unhappy, and then she would be demoted to the same level as Ning Fu.

If there was a class group, she would only need to look through the chat history to find out what happened previously...

No, think about it carefully, would students from Class 12 say these things in the group?

Yu Yuan's mind was full of random thoughts when she suddenly heard one of the boys shout, "Hey, what are the people in Class 3 doing?"

"What?" Several other boys immediately gathered over.

They spoke loudly and Yu Yuan could hear it clearly.

"I wanted to see what the faces of the people in Class 3 would be. So I hid a cell phone in the tree outside Class 3 and connected the video all the time."

"This group of people is making a lot of noise. I don't know what they are doing."

"Why don't you hide your phone closer?"

"Aren't they afraid of being discovered? Hey, look! Are those two holding a propaganda banner?"

"Good guy, you even know to use something to block it!"

"What did he carry in there?"

"It's in a box, so I can't tell, but it seems to say 'cleaning' or something on the box..."

"Want to wash off the spray paint? It's not that easy. I accidentally pressed my hand on it when I was spraying it this morning, and it still hasn't come off!"

The boys were making so much noise that Yu Yuan's head was buzzing.

Analyzing from their words...what was done in Class 3's classroom using spray paint?

Why do you do this? Class 3 and Class 12 obviously have nothing to do with each other?!

Yu Yuan clenched the pen in her hand, and then she heard a new voice coming in.

Yan Zhengqing walked into the classroom and saw the boys gathered together. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you doing so early in the morning?"

"Brother Yan!" "Good morning, Brother Yan!" The boys greeted Yan Zhengqing noisily.

"It's what Old Shen said yesterday. Didn't Old Octopus say that our class is the worst and he compared us with Class 3?"

"That's right. There aren't many people in the class who get high scores. How is that so great?"

"It was just a joke, not a big deal. It also helps Old Shen vent his anger."

"Old Octopus" refers to the Dean of Academic Affairs Zhang Xuehai. His last name is Zhang. He is a little bald due to his old age and easily blushes when he gets angry, so the students in Class 12 gave him this nickname.

Yan Zhengqing asked again: "What exactly did you do?"

"I just sprayed two words on the blackboard behind Class 3," the boy said, throwing the spray paint into the trash can, "You dare to call us trash, so I'll give you a slap in the face!"

Yu Yuan couldn't help but look up at Yan Zhengqing. She saw Yan Zhengqing frowning, but he said, "Don't do such sneaky things next time."

“Next time”? There may be a “next time”?!

Yu Yuan wanted to say something, but she rested her hands on the table and did not stand up.

She was a little confused: Class 12 is like this...is it really okay?