The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 5 has said it countless times: you must address someone by their position. [Please recommend and add to your favorites]

Zhang Muchen stood for the entire class, but he didn't feel tired.

"A big stage by the wall, come if you dare." This is Zhang Muchen's catchphrase, and he is indeed the most daring one.

The bell rang, and Liu Wuyang stopped explaining. She sighed and put down the chalk. There was still one last question she hadn't finished explaining, and it was all the boy standing against the wall's edge's fault.

"That's all for this class." Liu Wuyang cleared her throat and glanced at the whole class. "Zhang Muchen, Chu Jiuli, you two come to my office."

The classroom fell silent instantly, and everyone turned their gaze to Zhang Muchen and Chu Jiuli, their eyes filled with curiosity and speculation.

Zhang Muchen showed no sign of nervousness, slowly placing the test paper back on the table before walking towards the back door.

Chu Jiuli's cold face remained expressionless. She tidied up her books, stood up, and followed Zhang Muchen.

Liu Wuyang's office.

Chu Jiuli sat in the chair, while Zhang Muchen stood to the side with his hands in his pockets, seemingly completely unconcerned about this differential treatment.

"Tell me, why don't you want to sit with Jiu Li?"

Liu Wuyang blinked her newly applied eyelashes as she stared at Zhang Muchen.

Zhang Muchen's attention wasn't on Liu Wuyang's problem. His gaze swept over Liu Wuyang's face, and he thought to himself: Sister Yang's eyelashes look unnatural. As expected, the ones she got were not as beautiful as Chu Youting's natural ones. They lacked charm.

"Say something! How can you daydream while standing?"

Liu Wuyang gritted her teeth and kicked Zhang Muchen, looking at him with a disappointed expression.

"Sister Yang, it hurts..." Zhang Muchen took a few steps back, wincing and rubbing his injured leg.

"Speak properly. Stop calling me 'sister,' who are you trying to get close to? At school, you should call me 'teacher.'" Liu Wuyang snorted.

"Yes, you're too casual. At school, you should call someone 'teacher,' and at work, you should address them by their job title. This is the principle you need to follow when you enter society, understand?"

Suddenly, Wang Mingxuan, the bald head of the teaching department, pushed the door open and came in. Seeing Liu Wuyang lecturing Zhang Muchen, he chimed in with his own words.

"Understood, Wang Zhiwu, Liu Zhiwu." Zhang Muchen bowed humbly.

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Director Wang Mingxuan put down his teacup and looked at Zhang Muchen: "You, sigh..."

His gaze then fell on Chu Jiuli, his brows furrowing slightly. "Why is Chu Jiuli here too?"

Liu Wuyang: "Let Zhang Muchen explain it himself."

Zhang Muchen shrugged. "Actually, it's nothing. I was sitting quietly in the last row, not disturbing anyone. But Teacher Liu insisted on making me change seats, forcing me to sit with Chu Jiuli. Of course, I disagreed. What if it affected Chu Jiuli's studies?"

"And wouldn't it be better to move her to the front? There are plenty of people in the front row who are good at English."

Liu Wuyang looked at Director Wang and explained, "Chu Jiuli is a bit special. She is nearsighted in one eye and farsighted in the other, so she is used to sitting in the back row so that she can see the blackboard more clearly. She also said that the back row is quieter, which makes it easier to concentrate."

"Chu Jiuli, do you agree to sit with Zhang Muchen?" Director Wang asked.

"I have no objection," Chu Jiuli replied expressionlessly.

Although she didn't know what had gotten into Zhang Muchen that made him want to cause trouble, Zhang Muchen's English was indeed excellent.

More importantly, Zhang Muchen was different from other boys. Zhang Muchen never came over to offer empty words of comfort or disturb his studies.

He always sat quietly in the back, except for the occasional sound of the computer resetting.

For Chu Jiuli, this kind of Sigmar is the most suitable.

"Okay, it's settled then. You two sit together. Zhang Muchen, stop always joking around; you need to improve Chu Jiuli's English grades." Director Wang patted Zhang Muchen on the shoulder.

Liu Wuyang gave Director Wang a strange look. In her memory, this bald, head-down head of teaching affairs had always been very rigid and serious. But when facing Zhang Muchen, his attitude would soften a lot.

Director Wang coughed lightly and added, "Oh, by the way, Ms. Liu, I came here to talk to you about two things. First, our class needs to prepare a performance for the New Year's Eve party. Second, our class has ten spots for the citywide English competition."

At this point, Director Wang turned to look at Zhang Muchen and said, "If you don't get a prize in the English competition, don't come back to see me."

Director Wang's tone wasn't harsh, but rather carried a hint of expectation. It was as if he was reminding Zhang Muchen that since he had the ability, he needed to produce results.

“Let Chu Jiuli participate in the competition as well, consider it a mock exam,” Liu Wuyang suggested. Director Wang nodded, “We’ll discuss the quota with your class’s teacher, Ms. Li. She’s an English teacher, so she knows who would be suitable to send.”

"Okay, Director." Liu Wuyang glanced at her watch. "You can go back now, class is about to start."

Chu Jiuli stood up and left the office calmly. Zhang Muchen greeted Liu Wuyang and Director Wang with a relaxed smile: "Sister Yang, Brother Wang, bye-bye."

After Zhang Muchen left, the office fell silent. Liu Wuyang couldn't help but sigh and shake her head.

"You know, this kid is always so cheeky, and hitting him doesn't work. No matter what I say, he always acts nonchalant, like he doesn't care at all. There's just no way to deal with him."

Director Wang said meaningfully, "Children of this age, when they are disciplined by a beautiful female teacher, sometimes the more they are disciplined, the happier they are inside."

Liu Wuyang was taken aback and fell into deep thought.

Back in the classroom, Chu Jiuli quickly went to her seat and sat down quietly. She was used to this rhythm, remaining as calm and composed as ever.

Zhang Muchen walked in through the front door. Compared to Chu Jiuli, he was now the center of attention.

Zhang Muchen's gaze swept across the classroom, noticing that everyone was looking at him. He raised his hand and made a greeting gesture. A low chuckle rippled through the classroom.

Zhang Muchen then went to his seat and, in full view of everyone, moved his desk next to Chu Jiuli.

Immediately, another burst of surprised whispers erupted in the classroom.

"Damn it, the Sigma man only lasted two classes before giving up?"

Zhang Muchen ignored the students' shifty eyes, plopped down, and said to Chu Jiuli, "Let me make it clear beforehand, I was forced to do this voluntarily."

Chu Jiuli remained as indifferent as ever, merely glancing casually at Zhang Muchen before lowering her head to continue flipping through her textbook.

"Neuropathy."

The word floated lightly from her lips and landed precisely in Zhang Muchen's ears.

Zhang Muchen snorted coldly; he didn't want to say anything more to this little green tea. Just then, Chu Jiuli's stomach suddenly let out a low rumble.

Chu Jiuli's hand paused slightly, then she quickly resumed writing. Zhang Muchen's eyes flashed, but he chuckled inwardly.

Chu Jiuli was starving. She had planned to go to the school supermarket to buy something after the first class, but the teacher suddenly called her to the office, which made her late.

She gripped her pen tightly, silently telling herself that as long as she could get through these two classes, she could go to the cafeteria to fill her stomach.

She tried to concentrate on her textbook, but the hunger pangs in her stomach grew stronger and stronger, making her somewhat anxious.

"Here, five yuan."

Zhang Muchen took out the familiar instant noodles, which were still selling for ten yuan at noon.

Chu Jiuli stared at Zhang Muchen, her rosy lips moving slightly, "What did I do to offend you?"

Seeing that Chu Jiuli looked like she wanted to kill him, Zhang Muchen decided to stop hiding his true intentions and lay it out directly, "You have a younger sister, right?"

Chu Jiuli paused for a moment, her expression changing slightly, but she quickly shook her head. "No."

"Damn it, still being stubborn," Zhang Muchen cursed inwardly.

How can an older sister not even acknowledge her own sister? What is she thinking?
Are you afraid of competing with her for the title of school beauty?
Seeing Zhang Muchen's silence, Chu Jiuli lowered her head and opened the English test paper, her gaze falling on the last English essay question.

Let Li Hua introduce the traditional Chinese lion dance to our British friends.

She stared at the words "lion dance," pondered for a moment, then glanced at Zhang Muchen and moved the test paper closer to him.

"How do you say lion dance in English?" Chu Jiuli asked.

Zhang Muchen glanced at it, still angry.

“Dong dong qiang Lion.”

"..."

Chu Jiuli wanted to kill someone.

(End of this chapter)