The blond boy finished speaking, and Ling Yuanzhou didn’t react much, just hanging his head slightly, lost in thought.
Seeing him spaced out, the blond boy lifted his arm and nudged Ling Yuanzhou’s arm with his elbow, "Brother Zhou, what are you thinking about?"
Stirred by the blond boy’s words, Ling Yuanzhou came back to reality and responded indifferently, "Mhm, I’ll go."
"Hey, that’s settled then, we’ll go together." After the blond boy spoke, he finally rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a math textbook, then flipped to the first page.
Even though there was nothing important on the first page, the boy kept staring at it.
As he stared, he glanced up at the direction of the lectern and then muttered under his breath, "Weird, why hasn’t the old witch come today?"
After muttering, seeing that Ling Yuanzhou paid him no attention, he lowered his head again, continuing to stare at the first page.
The "old witch" the blond boy referred to was the homeroom teacher of class 1, named Wu Hui.
At this moment, Wu Hui just happened to be walking in the corridor outside the principal’s office.
Seeing a familiar silhouette lingering there, Wu Hui furrowed her brow, "Ling Yun, why aren’t you at morning study, what are you doing here?"
Suddenly hearing someone behind him, and being addressed by his name, moreover his homeroom teacher, Ling Yun jumped in fright.
He shrank back a little, taking two steps back, and then immediately greeted Wu Hui, "Teacher Wu, I, I’m just passing by."
Hearing his excuse, Wu Hui naturally didn’t believe him, she sternly faced Ling Yun, "Don’t dawdle, go to your morning reading now."
"Okay." Ling Yun complied, and then quickly left with his head down.
After walking a few steps, he turned back to look in the direction of the office, his expression showing some conflict.
He hesitated for several seconds, but eventually, turned his head away and jogged off.
Wu Hui, seeing Ling Yun leave, continued forward with a stern face, but just as she arrived at the door of the principal’s office, voices from inside reached her.
"Gu Zhiqi, do you know why you suddenly want to transfer from class 1 to class 8?" It was Principal Gu Chongming’s voice.
Hearing this, Wu Hui’s steps faltered slightly, then her eyebrows knit together.
A class transfer? Not a school transfer?
Wu Hui stood at the door, not entering right away, continuing to listen to the conversation inside.
In the principal’s office, after Principal Gu’s question was asked, Gu Changchuan was about to reply on behalf of Gu Zhiqi, trying to make up a legitimate reason, when he heard Gu Zhiqi speak up first.
"The number 8 is lucky."
This is superstition!
"So... is that the only reason?" Principal Gu looked at Gu Zhiqi, hoping she would add some other reasons.
This time, before Gu Zhiqi could speak, Gu Changchuan answered for her, "Actually, the academic pressure in class 1 is a bit too much, and my girl might not be able to keep up, so, we’re looking to change to a relatively more relaxed class."
Principal Gu Chongming, "..."
If your girl can’t keep up, how many students in the whole school can?
Principal Gu Chongming’s mouth twitched fiercely twice, then he turned his gaze to Gu Xiyue, "And you? Why do you want to transfer?"
Last semester, he tried hard to persuade her to join class 1, but she didn’t. Why suddenly move to class 8 now?
Gu Xiyue spoke up with a cool tone, "I also prefer classes with auspicious numbers."
Very well, truly sisters indeed.
Principal Gu fell silent for a few seconds before saying, "I have no objections to what Gu Xiyue has said, but Gu Zhiqi, I hope you will seriously consider it."