"My name is Song Yaoyao. Welcome to the third class."

Song Yaoyao's voice was soft and very friendly.

An Feiran looked at her and blushed, his eyes glowing. He wiped his hands on his pants. His body was so hot that he was sweating even though it was the middle of winter. He looked at the fair and soft hand and felt tempted to shake it. So, he stretched out his hand...

"Welcome.," a low and raspy voice said tiredly.

An Feiran was shocked. The hand that shook his was hard and rough. It was completely different from Song Yaoyao's hand! He lifted his gaze.

The boy in front of him raised his eyebrows. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and smirked.

"Th-Thank you..."

That day, he had witnessed how fierce this punk was.

His eyes darted. He held onto his hand carefully and shook it. "Thank you for accepting me."

Shen Xun: "Idi—"

He brushed An Feiran's hand away in disgust and wiped his hands on his pants. "Don't f*cken make it sound like we're dating. Find a place to sit. If you cause trouble, you're dead. Understood?"

Wang Zhongyun rolled his eyes. "Shen Xun! Don't threaten your classmate!"

"Huh?" Shen Xun dug his ears and realized what was happening. "Sir, you're here."

Wang Zhongyun: "..."

Did he have such a bad sense of existence? Little brat!

"It's fine, Sir. Classmate Shen simply looks a bit fierce, but he means no harm." An Feiran waved his hands, gesturing that he didn't mind.

Wang Zhongyun nodded his head.

These kids all had powerful backgrounds, but no one knew that the one beside him, who did not look very noticeable, was actually the sole heir of An Corporation.

Tch...

If the principal hadn't given him an earful, he would have never known about this.

Even now, not many people knew about An Feiran's identity. It was kept tightly under wraps!

An Feiran looked at a spot near Song Yaoyao and discovered she was already surrounded by people. Everyone looked at him fiercely, and An Feiran sensed a trace of hostility.

He touched his head and sat in the first row.

As the Big Sis of the class, Song Yaoyao had already expressed her views, so everyone had no choice but to accept their new classmate.

Wang Zhongyun cleared his throat. "I know about your bet with the first class. I'm happy that you have that determination. But as long as you work hard, the results don't matter... Now, let's flip to..."

That was when he noticed that the students were either sleeping or playing games. No one was paying attention to him.

"Sir, everyone seems a little demotivated. Why don't we get Classmate Shen to perform and wake everyone up."

The girl's voice was soft, and it surprised Wang Zhongyun.

"Huh?"

Shen Xun stood up roguishly and cracked his knuckles.

His dark gaze swept across the room, and his voice was deep. "Who's first?"

Rustle rustle rustle—

Almost immediately, Wang Zhongyun glanced at the class again and realized that everyone was sitting up straight, and staring at him.

Wang Zhongyun had taught these kids since the first year of senior high. But it was the first time he had seen them so passionate about studying.

He was suddenly so moved that his eyes became teary.

"Okay, okay, okay! You're all good kids!"

Hehe.

We're not sure whether we're good kids, but we know that Brother Xun and Yaoyao's fists are really hard!

After the class finished, An Feiran ran over to Song Yaoyao's desk.