Puffed up with pride, Chen Nan and Zhu Bajie charged up to the fourth floor, one in front of the other, heading straight for the Senior Year Class Nine classroom.
However, fate is often unpredictable, just as they were passing by the teachers' office—
"Chen Nan, stop right there."
The voice of Lan Yuqin suddenly rang out, scaring Chen Nan into breaking out in a cold sweat. He wanted to run, but felt trapped; after all, she was the class advisor. Even if he could escape for a moment, he couldn't escape for a lifetime…
Chen Nan turned around with a sheepish smile, "Lan... Teacher Lan, good morning!"
Lan Yuqin stared at him, snorted coldly, and said, "Save it, come with me to the office." With that, she turned and entered the office.
"Big brother, what did you do to offend her? I'm not going to accompany you. Good luck to you."
