The young patriarch of the sea anemone clan, Kui song, said with some dissatisfaction,
“Why are you lining up? Isn’t it the same in other classes? ! You really have nothing to do!”
The small wooden stick in Yun Chujiu’s hand immediately knocked on Kui song’s arm:
“Other classes are other classes. As long as you are in class six, you have to listen to me!
If you have the ability to choose the class monitor next time, you can take me down and replace me!”
Kui song was very displeased, but when he saw Gou Ren and the other two walking over, he could only grit his teeth and remain silent.
After Kui song, the bird that stood out, was taken care of, the other people in class six didn’t dare to say anything. They could only form a formation according to Yun Chujiu’s instructions.
Jing Pengcheng’s class five was next to class six. When he saw this, he frowned and said, “Class five, listen up. form a formation!”
