The intern taught a top-performing class, and the parents wanted to change the homeroom teacher.

Zhang Chao stood at the door with his hands behind his back, his face gloomy, his gaze occasionally sweeping over Zhang Sisi's position, a growing sense of irritation rising in his heart.

Where did they go?

Leaving the classroom and going to the window in the corridor, I caught a glimpse of Lu Qian leading a group of students to take pictures on the playground...?

Then he noticed the cloak behind Lu Qian, and Zhang Chao couldn't help but sneer inwardly, thinking, "What a clown."

Frustrated, he strolled back to the classroom, looked at the listless students, and called out.

"Recite it louder! Recite it for me!"

"I'm sleepy as soon as morning self-study starts. What have you been doing at home?"

The student suddenly became more alert and raised the volume of his recitation, but after less than ten seconds, the volume dropped again.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Report."

Zhang Chao turned around abruptly and saw Zhang Sisi standing in the doorway. A flash of anger crossed his eyes, and he snapped, "What have you been doing, being so late? Stand at the door!"

Then he turned to the whole class and said, "Some of you shouldn't think you can do whatever you want just because you have good grades. In this class, you have to follow my rules!"

Zhang Sisi ignored him and walked straight to her seat.

This action surprised the entire class.

The teacher told you to stand at the door, and you just came right back?

This is a direct confrontation!

Is this still the Zhang Sisi they remember?

As expected, this action directly enraged Zhang Chao, who roared, "Did I tell you to come back?"

Zhang Sisi said calmly, "Teacher Zhang, from now on, I am no longer a student of Class 7. I've come back to pack my things."

"What did you say?" Zhang Chao was startled, then laughed angrily, "You've gotten quite bold, haven't you? You can say things that aren't from Class 7."

Zhang Sisi calmly said, "Teacher Zhang, I already told you about my intention to transfer classes yesterday."

One sentence caused a huge uproar in the whole class.

What is that?

Is the top student in the class transferring to another class?

Xiao Ming, who was also the second-highest scorer in the class, stared blankly at Zhang Sisi, suddenly remembering what Zhang Sisi had said after evening self-study the day before: "Goodbye, may your dreams come true."

Yes.

With Zhang Sisi, the top student in the class, gone, it's natural that he, the second-place student, will take the top spot.

So this is how dreams are realized?

Xiao Ming immediately recalled Zhang Sisi's strange behavior over the past few days.

The worrying expression of the past had vanished, replaced by a relaxed and cheerful look. She neatly packed all her textbooks and went out frequently…

So you're planning to run away!

Aren't we good deskmates?

You're going to keep this from me too?!

This is truly a case of "silence before the storm, but a stunning revelation when it does."

Xiao Ming felt a pang of heartache, a sense of betrayal. "Just tell me, and I'll run away with you!"

Would I hold you back?

What about the trust from your deskmate?

pain!

It hurts so much!

The third and fourth students in the class were equally bewildered...

Report: We have found a way to improve rankings without taking exams.

All you need to do is have one class's top student disappear each time.

Other students also began to whisper among themselves. Many students looked at Zhang Chao with a strange look in their eyes, but looked at Zhang Sisi with more shock.

During your school days, it takes courage to announce to the whole class that you want to transfer to another class!

What's the difference between this and slapping your homeroom teacher in the face?

Sure enough, the next second...

"Bang!"

Zhang Chao slammed his hand on the table, his face ashen. "Zhang Sisi, sit down! Did I agree to let you transfer classes?!"

Just then, there was another knock on the door. Two boys stood at the door, one of whom was the boy who had come to call Zhang Sisi to the director's office yesterday.

"Hello teacher, we're here to help Zhang Sisi move her things."

"Hey there, new classmate, nice to meet you again." The boy I met yesterday raised his chin and greeted me casually, showing no signs of nervousness despite the atmosphere around him.

Zhang Chao felt as if his authority was being crushed repeatedly under the wheels of a car.

"Who let you in? Get out!"

"Our teacher told us to," the two boys said, laughing as they walked in. "New students, let's hurry up and get ready, the teacher in this class is kicking us out."

Zhang Sisi quickened her pace. In fact, the things had already been packed yesterday. Each person could take a stack, and she just needed to carry a backpack.

Wow, so many test papers! You're really good at studying!

"If a top student comes along, our teacher will be ecstatic."

"It feels more convenient to just move the table directly."

"Are you stupid? This is her classmate's desk. Wasn't it prepared just now?"

The two boys chatted back and forth, then glanced at Xiao Ming who was watching from the sidelines, and said, "Don't worry, our class will take good care of your former deskmate."

Xiao Ming's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly mustered his courage and asked in a low voice, "Dude, are you still short of people in your class? I'm second in my class."

These words stunned the two students from Class 17.

"Uh... I don't know either."

Nobody paid any attention to Zhang Chao.

"Zhang Sisi, do you even respect me as your homeroom teacher? Do you think you can just come and go as you please in this class? Who gave you permission to transfer?" Zhang Chao's roar echoed in the classroom.

Zhang Sisi always suspected that Zhang Chao might be a descendant of Zhang Fei, otherwise why would he use the Roar skill so often?

She took out the approval document and was about to answer when a faint voice came from the doorway.

"I agree, what's the problem?"

Director Pan stood with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at Zhang Chao at the door of Class 7.

The dark plaid shirt was tucked into the black suit trousers, and the exposed belt had a section sticking out at the end.

The same old, outdated style of dressing that has remained unchanged for almost a thousand years.

Without making any unnecessary movements, he simply stood there, exuding an aura of majesty.

When Zhang Chao saw Director Pan, his mind went blank for a moment.

Why is Director Pan here?

Zhang Chao quickly walked a few steps to the door. "Director, what brings you here?"

"Let's take a look at Zhang Sisi."

Zhang Chao gave an awkward smile. "Director, this is just my students causing trouble..."

"That's no longer the case." Director Pan interrupted him directly. "Zhang Sisi has already transferred to Class 17. The materials are complete, and the procedures are correct. Teacher Zhang, do you have any questions?"

Zhang Chao's eyes widened. "Director, she did mention this, but I haven't signed it yet..."

His voice trailed off as he remembered Director Pan saying, "I agree."

Could it be...?

"I agree, and I've signed it. The principal has already stamped it. Let's skip the homeroom teacher step. Teacher Zhang doesn't need to keep worrying about it," Director Pan said calmly.

When Zhang Sisi left, he was afraid that Zhang Chao wouldn't want to release her, so after talking with the principal, he followed her.

As he expected, Zhang Chao indeed did not want to release the person.

"Director Pan, why?" Zhang Chao asked incredulously. "She was doing just fine in my class."

Director Pan's eyelids twitched, and he almost kicked Zhang Chao.

"Teacher Zhang, I have seen Zhang Sisi's report card. She was always in the top 50 in the previous exams, but this time she dropped to outside the top 100 in the midterm exam."

"The student came to me and said that she didn't fit in with the atmosphere of Class 7, so I respected the student's opinion."

"Or is it that Teacher Zhang treats the school like a personal fiefdom, doing whatever he wants?"

"They won't even accept the principal's personal stamp?"

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