Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

The third year of high school was tense, but what did this have to do with Class 3-3?

The results of the monthly exam still made their headteacher, Wang Zhongyun, extremely proud. Every day when he entered the office, he could walk in with his back straight and nose held high.

Times had changed. Now, Class 3-3 was the class with the most potential!

What? If someone was to say that their results had nothing to do with them…

That was pure jealousy!

There were also people who complained that it was the critical moment of learning and the time for the final sprint, yet they collectively asked for leave to go out and play. This showed they were ignorant and incompetent!

Hehe, this was also a sign of jealousy!

If they had the ability, their class president could also be equally awesome! Not only could she control everyone and make them run, but she could also make them study and drag the class that was at the bottom of the grade into the top ten rankings.

Not convinced?

Then they could only endure!

Wang Zhongyun was showing off as he walked around the school with a thermos flask in his hands.

He listened to the students behind him pointing at him.

They said, “Hey, did you see that? That’s Mr. Wang, the headteacher of Class 3-3. He’s awesome!”

“I’m convinced!”

“It would be great if we could change classes. I feel like Class 3-3’s learning atmosphere is great!”

“It’s more than that! The students of Class 3-3 collectively took leave to go out and have fun! During this period of time, I don’t even have enough time to sleep. I have to go to cram school every day until I puke! Their school life is worth remembering! Ours? In the future, when I recall it, I will just think of endless papers, endless classes, and a race against time every day!”

“Mr. Headteacher! I’m envious!”

Mr. Headteacher!

Do you hear us?

Wang Zhongyun’s mind and body were completely at ease. It was so comfortable!

Even when he saw his old classmate, he could happily greet him.

It was a pity that the other party did not give him a pleasant expression in return.

But, what did that have to do with anything?

As long as he was happy, everything was fine, right?

…

After the votes of the people from Class 3-3, they finally decided to visit a farmhouse in the next city.

The scenery there was beautiful, but the place was remote.

After getting off the plane, they had to take a two-hour car ride to the dock, and then take a half-hour boat ride. Finally, they arrived at a small island.

The island was sparsely populated. Because of the trouble of commuting and the bumpy roads, there were not many tourists.

The prices here were lower. It was a good place to rest and take a walk in the sun every day.

The journey here was very torturous for the pampered young masters and young ladies. After two hours of sitting on the dirt road and they finally got out of the car, they were all complaining that their waists were about to break and their butts were about to crack.

Song Yaoyao could still accept it, but once she got on the boat, she could no longer endure…

The boat floated on the surface of the sea, swaying along with the smell of engine oil, causing song Yaoyao’s vision to go black. She leaned against the railing in a daze. The people who came were all young people, enjoying the comfortable sea breeze. The air was filled with a faint salty smell. It was as comfortable as it could be.

It was as if the bumpy ride just now didn’t exist. They quickly threw it to the back of their minds and excitedly ran around the boat to take selfies.

There were also people who proudly opened a post in the school forum, intending to record the happy vacation life of these few days.

As soon as Tang Xinrou boarded the boat, she became intimate with An Feiran.

The two of them sat at the stern, the girl leaning against the boy’s shoulder. The two of them were quiet and did not speak. It was like a beautiful painting.

“What’s wrong? Seasick?”

Shen Xun leaned against the railing and lowered his head slightly. He saw the girl’s weak little face and her dry lips that were usually supple.

He frowned, listened to the noise, and rubbed the space between his eyebrows as his eyes filled with hostility.