On the second day, Hong Dali was lying on his desk in the classroom and blissfully reading a novel on his cell phone.
Come to think of it, being a happy prodigal was pretty enjoyable—good students had to study hard and listen attentively to lectures. Should their transmigration go wrong, they would have to worry all day about fleeing from danger and training hard to fight. He had it good. He was enjoying the bliss and was living the life.
The most enjoyable thing was that the teacher did not even dare to discipline him. They had to be thankful that he didn't cause any disaster for them.
