Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
The cla.s.sroom was well-lit and there were about forty over students who were happily playing around.
When Ye Qing Luo pushed opened the door, the entire cla.s.sroom turned towards her but only throwing her one glance, they immediately withdrew their sights and continued with what they were doing earlier.
Ye Qing Luo sensed incisively that among those glances which were shot towards her, seemed to be imbued with rejoice in her misfortune.
The scenario now was just merely the calm before the storm.
What made Ye Qing Luo most astonished was that there were so many students in this devil cla.s.s.
There were about seventy over tables and chairs in the entire cla.s.sroom and many of it were empty seats.
Ye Qing Luo swept her gaze across the cla.s.sroom and was fixated on the seat at the corner of the last row of the cla.s.sroom.
All the tables and chairs were arranged neatly, except for that one table and chair which was set up alone in the corner.
Ye Qing Luo didn't think too much of it as she walked over directly and sat down.
Momentarily, the clamorous cla.s.sroom entered into a dead silence.
All the students' eyes were uniformly frozen onto Ye Qing Luo.
Their expressions were filled with disbelief and astonishment, as their mouths opened into an ‘O' shape.
There were even some students who were too shocked that they didn't manage to stand properly as they fell onto the ground. But their eyes were still plastered onto Ye Qing Luo as they had forgotten to even stand back up.
The baptism from those gazes made Ye Qing Luo frown slightly, as she looked downwards at herself.
There wasn't anything much for them to put so much attention on.
Could it be that….. the place where she was sitting at, was wrong?
At this moment, a thin and pet.i.te, malnourished young lady who had been hiding in the corner walked over.
She bore with the other people's gazes as she gave an inaudible reminder, “New cla.s.smate, this, this is Mister cla.s.s monitor's seat, you… you better stand up quickly otherwise these people will teach you a severe lesson…..”
This was the legendary cla.s.s monitor's seat?
No wonder the table and chair were set up alone in one corner.
She was at other people's territory and Ye Qing Luo wasn't those kind of brainless and arrogant person.
Moreover, she was curious about this well-respected cla.s.s monitor, what on earth was his real ident.i.ty.
Because of that, Ye Qing Luo didn't insist on sitting on that seat.
When she was just about to stand up, a biting cold palm strike was felt from the side of her cheek.
Ye Qing Luo nimbly turned sideways to evade it.
That palm strike landed onto nothing and with a “Hong” rumble, a distinct five finger print was imprinted onto the wall.
“Lowly waste, who permitted you to sit on Mister cla.s.s monitor's seat!” A tall lady furiously banged on her table as she stood up.
Her expression was icy cold, very different from Liu Xue Yue's cold demeanour.
Her coldness was coated with a peal of predominance.
Ye Qing Luo was just about to stand up and leave this seat when her body jolted, as her eyebrows creased together.
She had made plans to leave this seat.
But that didn't represented that she liked others forcing her to leave this seat.
This lady starting making a move without any explanation and that made Ye Qing Luo decided not to get up instead.
The thin and weak young lady who was standing in front of her was shaking as her voice quivered, “Sister Zi Qing, she, she's a freshman and don't know the regulations in the devil cla.s.s. Can you, can you give her another…”
Before she could finish her sentence, another student impatiently walked upwards and casually pushed that young lady aside, “Ni Ruo Pan, you haven't even completed your own task and you're thinking of helping the freshman? Even if you wished to help, you should see if you have the capability to do so or not!”
The young lady named Ni Ruo Pan fell onto the ground from the push.
She withdrew her feet and biting her lower lip tightly, she stubbornly opened her mouth once again, “Sister Zi Qing…. I beg you, please don't punish the freshman…..”
That cold and aloof lady's red lips curled into a disdainful scorn, “What qualifications do you have to beg me? Lowly waste, has this freshman made you recall the scenario when you just entered the devil cla.s.s? No matter, I will let her go accompany you very soon!”
