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After saying so much, they still had to be sent to Class Eight. Chen Xiaoya felt an immediate headache coming on.

"However," Shen Zhongping suddenly changed the subject, his tone carrying an unquestionable coldness. "Just treat it as a trial period. If they behave themselves, everyone is happy. But if they dare to cause trouble in the class, especially if they have even the slightest conflict with Lin Mo..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two oblivious young masters sitting on the sofa.

"You don't need to ask me. Just kick them right back to the regular classes. Stuff them into whichever class is short on people."

He spoke without any politeness, treating these two—whose families had spent immense effort to get them in—like merchandise that could be returned at any time.

It was quite normal, really. After all, this was a public school. No matter how much you could sponsor, it was still just a sponsorship.

Shen Zhongping sneered inwardly.

Did they really think they were some wealthy Mundo, going wherever they pleased?

If they could stay in Class Eight, it meant they had the capability. If they couldn't, they shouldn't blame anyone but their own lack of brains and emotional intelligence.

The final decision was made.

The heavy stone pressing on Chen Xiaoya's heart instantly fell away, and she felt completely relieved.

She knew the principal was a smart man.

After all, to her, nothing was more important than keeping Lin Mo safe and sound.

That kid wasn't just the school's treasure; he was her stepping stone to a senior professional title, and the launchpad for her career.

As for those two, what did they amount to? Just letting them in was already good enough.

She straightened up again, her face once more bearing a flawless, normal expression as she looked at Ye Minghui and Zhou Nianqian.

Ye Minghui still thought his pretty words and his family's financial offensive had worked. The smile on his lips deepened, looking absolutely determined to win.

Little did he know that he and the perpetually silent Zhou Nianqian beside him had, from this moment on, become probationary members of Class Eight.

Their trial had already begun ahead of schedule, the very second they stepped out of the principal's office.

The sole examiner was the new classmate they were about to meet—Lin Mo.

Most importantly, Lin Mo, as the examiner, knew full well that he was the examiner.

He leisurely clasped his hands behind his head, leaning back in his chair, waiting for the class bell to ring.

As time passed, more and more people filled the classroom.

The original students of Class Eight familiarly found their old seats, while the remaining empty spots were filled by new faces transferred from other classes.

The mixing of the old and new made for a rather peculiar integration.

"Ring, ring, ring—"

The shrill class bell finally cut through the noise of the classroom. Class monitor Ma Ruixiang stood up at the sound and clapped his hands. "Alright, alright, everyone quiet down and get back to your seats!"

His words carried some weight among the original Class Eight students, and many immediately stopped talking and sat properly.

As for the newly assigned students, they were already somewhat reserved and had sat upright in their seats early on.

Behind Lin Mo, Chu Miaomiao was still whispering with Xie Yuling.

"So after school in the evenings, are you guys still going to pick up Qing Cheng?"

"I can just go," Xie Yuling's voice wasn't loud, but it was clear. "After picking her up and going home for dinner, I still have to come back for evening self-study."

Xie Yuling basically never spoke to anyone in Class Seven, but since coming to Class Eight, she could even exchange a few words with Jiang Yunlu.

After all, the boundaries were set there.

Before the two finished speaking, the front door of the classroom was pushed open, and Chen Xiaoya walked in, leading Ye Minghui and Zhou Nianqian.

"Why is she bringing two people with her? Who are they?"

The scout by the window immediately voiced the question.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo had his eyes closed, as if resting.

Jiang Yunlu had already recognized the two of them, and a trace of dissatisfaction and vigilance rose in her heart.

Chen Xiaoya led the two up to the podium, her sharp gaze sweeping over every face below.

"Alright, there might be new students in the class who don't know me, so let me introduce myself again."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to render the entire classroom completely silent. "My name is Chen Xiaoya. I am the homeroom teacher for Class Eight, and also your math teacher."

It was a self-introduction similar to before, just missing a part at the end.

To make a long story short, she turned sideways and pointed at Ye Minghui and Zhou Nianqian beside her.

"These two are new transfer students to our school. Please introduce yourselves."

Chen Xiaoya stepped aside.

Zhou Nianqian took the initiative to step forward, wearing a polite smile on his face. "Hello everyone, my name is Zhou Nianqian. Because of my family's job transfer, I transferred to Guangba. I hope we can all get along well in the future. Please take care of me."

He spoke with natural grace, drawing a few sparse claps.

Next, it was Ye Minghui's turn.

He looked a bit more indifferent. "Hello everyone, my name is Ye Minghui. I also transferred to Guangba because of my family's job transfer..."

He couldn't even be bothered to find a different excuse.

However, before he could finish, a lazy and slightly teasing voice drifted out from a corner in the back row.

"Wait! Are you two from the same family by any chance?"

It was Su Mingzhao! Sure enough, he was the one to strike!

The whole class was stunned at first, and then someone couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

That single laugh acted like a switch, instantly detonating the entire room. Suppressed laughter spread through the classroom like a tide, with everyone holding back giggles, their shoulders shaking.

On the podium, the expressions on the faces of Ye Minghui and Zhou Nianqian instantly froze.

Right at that moment, Xue Zigui, who sat in front of Lin Mo, quietly added another stab using a voice only the few of them could hear: "If this were G1, Su Mingzhao would definitely have asked if they shared the same dad."

Lin Mo looked at Xue Zigui in astonishment. Zigui! You didn't used to be like this!

What exactly did you go through this summer vacation?!

On the stage, Ye Minghui's face had turned slightly pale green, his fists clenching unconsciously.

Meanwhile, Zhou Nianqian simply reined in his smile and stood quietly in place.

"Su Mingzhao!"

Chen Xiaoya finally erupted. She slammed her hand down on the podium with a loud bang, making the students in the front row flinch.

"Are you itching for a beating again? I just praised you for behaving for a semester, and you're causing trouble for me on the very first day of school!"

Upon hearing this familiar scolding, Su Mingzhao immediately shrank his neck back, sliding down into his chair as if he had no bones. He then abruptly turned his head to look out the window, pretending to be an innocent bystander intently studying the shapes of the clouds.

Chen Xiaoya could do nothing about his shameless, thick-skinned attitude. She took a deep breath to suppress her anger, turned to look at the two awkward newcomers on the stage, and softened her tone a bit.

"Ignore him, he's missing a screw in his head."

She offered a word of comfort, then swept her gaze over the class once more.

By now, everyone in the class had long since arrived, so there were no empty seats left.

She thought for a moment and said, "As for the seating issue, go stand in the back and wait for a bit. After the morning assembly is over, I'll take you to get your desks and chairs."