C194

Chapter 194 - Thirteenth Student (1)

There were always twelve students in the language class, and it was one of my other classmates who told me that she didn't like to study. He took the language class because there really wasn't any class that was more worth it for her to learn.

It seemed like the Girl had been here ever since the Schools opened a language class.

The language class's representative was a girl who wore a circular spectacles. As for the one meter 65 tall, with a ponytail and flaxen hair that reached her back, she was an intelligent Girl. After all, no matter how unwilling she was to learn it, Girl, she was still able to achieve better results than me.

Maybe it's because I'm a new student, so the class monitor paid extra attention to me today. Not long after Feng Xinglie left me, the class monitor used the reason of going to the bathroom to come back and sit with me.

When things have progressed to this point, nothing strange has yet happened to me. After all, from another perspective, if I was still in school, with a new Student coming to my class, of course, one thought would be to get close to him. I have a good personality, so if my interest is piqued, I might even be able to make one more friend.

However, when the class monitor opened his mouth and realized that the other person was not here to make friends, the class monitor said, "You'd better leave this classroom!"

If Feng Xinglie's language was a suggestion, then the class monitor's language was a expulsion.

I don't like being expelled, so I might take Feng Xinglie's suggestion. If that's the case, I will definitely reject the class monitor's expulsion.

I gave up my book and stared at the class monitor. Their eyes met for a long time.

Even though the other party was a Girl, and I rarely had any sort of enmity with them, I realized that this was the first time in my life that I hated someone even more.

A person's first impression is often very important, when my heart is determined that the other person is a loathsome person, I believe that in the long future, my impression will not be much better.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, we looked at each other for a full five minutes, the class monitor picked up a pen and drew something on the book. A proud smile appeared on my face. In this match, it felt as though whoever made the first move would lose. If that's the case, I believe that the victor would be me.

However, I glanced at what the monitor had written on the paper.

It read: "There will always be twelve people in this classroom."

I looked up and counted the students in the classroom. There were twelve of them, but that number didn't include me.

But so what if I came? This isn't a high school, and there is no reason for me to reject a student from any classroom. Otherwise, the classroom would lose its meaning as a classroom.

The class monitor was unmoved. In the end, he could only shake his head and say to me, "Soon, you will know why there are only twelve people."

After saying this, the monitor returned to his seat, leaving me alone.

Ten minutes later, the monitor's words became true.

There were a total of thirteen people in the classroom, each of them sitting in a very scattered and irregular position. Every single one of them were students of the Schools, wearing different clothes, casually sitting on their seats, sometimes napping, sometimes playing poker.

And from these students who didn't listen, there was one student who was listening attentively, but instead seemed out of place.

It was a boy who similarly wore a spectacles. His figure was not tall and he did not look out of the ordinary. He sat in the first row on the podium.

I couldn't remember the boy's name, so I could only see that he was wearing an unremarkable black Clothes and had combed his mushroom hair.

Mushroom Head used his pen to continuously record something on the table.

I just felt that the speed of his writing was far faster than the speed of his teacher's lecture, as if I was going to completely write down my teacher's lesson on the book, but what I couldn't think of was, why that book didn't even flip through a single page at his speed, then I didn't think that a normal A4 paper could write down so many things.

No one noticed that unremarkable mushroom head. There were two types of unremarkable people in the class. One was the bookworm. Apart from studying, there was nothing else. However, it was obvious that this classroom didn't need any bookworm.