He strolled over to the doorway of the classroom and placed his hands behind his back as he walked in and stood in front of the students.

He cleared his throat in seriousness.

"Ahem! I have something important to talk to you about."

The noisy classroom suddenly fell silent and everyone looked at Wang Zhongyun curiously.

The thoughtless old man was suddenly serious. What did he want to talk about?

Did he have bad news?

As soon as they thought this, Wang Zhongyun slammed his hands on his desk and scared everyone with a bang.

"Hahaha! You guys did well! Good job! You did so well! We got first and second place! Reality has proven that we are no worse than the first class!"

It was time to make up for all his humiliation!

Chang Qing had been ridiculing him for the last two years but Wang Zhongyun endured it.

Now, every inch of his body was relaxed.

Even his back was straight. He was extremely proud.

Everyone received a fright, but when they heard Wang Zhongyun, all they could do was roll their eyes.

"Is that all?" they mumbled helplessly.

"We knew that ages ago!"

"With Yaoyao here, we can't possibly lose!"

"Tch, did the geeks from the first class think they could compete? I can beat down ten of them with one punch!"

"Ahem..." Wang Zhongyun's lips twitched and he calmed down. "It's bad to hit people... But, I will allow you to beat them with your academic results! No need to hold back for my sake!"

Everyone looked at him questioningly as they thought to themselves: have you no shame?

The performances at the New Year Festival immediately made the third class into legends of the school. Everyone now knew their names, especially Song Yaoyao's.

"Tch—"

Tang Xinrou entered happily from outside and returned to her packed desk. She squeezed Song Yaoyao's cheeks. "Are these all gifts for our precious Yaoyao? Oh, there's even a love letter."

Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and pulled Tang Xinrou's prying hands away.

"Stop touching."

An Feiran was filling some question papers when he saw this and amusement flashed across his eyes. He adjusted his glasses and approached.

"Do you want to do as you always do?" His voice was gentle and his tone was clean without sounding unmanly.

Shen Xun sucked on a lollipop and burst into laughter. "Just throw them all in the bin. Why are you being so nosy? Do you want me to teach you a lesson? I hate people who act so sissy."

An Feiran smiled, "I don't think that's a good idea."

He then instructed a few classmates to help him move the gifts to the door.

Those who had experienced this before were used to it.

Outside the classroom was a desk piled up with gifts. Food, knick-knacks, toys...there was a bit of everything. As there wasn't enough space, some gifts were also stored underneath.

The third class had announced a while ago that they weren't accepting gifts. So these items were placed here for them to retrieve.

Unfortunately, An Feiran's methods were too gentle. After a while, there was still no result. Instead, more and more people were attracted to the scene.

Their image had changed. They were no longer the non-academic class.

They realized that when these heirs worked hard, they were quite impressive and eye-catching.

Moreover, their looks were decent. Out of all the classes at school, the third class had the best-looking people!

Thus, the classroom was gradually surrounded.

"F*ck..."

Shen Xun stared at the girl's petite back and focused on his question paper. He was completely unaffected by the outside world.