The homeroom teacher's unhappiness was noticed by Fu Tianqing, but she didn't care. She exuded a rebellious aura and sat in an empty seat at the back.
When Teacher Wang left, many people couldn't help but glance at Fu Tianqing. Isn't she the cool girl who was riding the motorcycle this morning?
It turns out she's not a new student.
In the adjacent classroom, Nian Zichen received completely different treatment. The homeroom teacher carefully arranged for him to sit at the front, though Nian Zichen had requested it himself.
"Teacher, I'm tall, it's not good for me to block others."
"That's fine, you can sit at the back for now."
Nian Zichen sat at the back of the class, attracting frequent glances, especially from some girls, who seemed to feel their faces grow warmer at just a glance.
