Chapter 933: Chapter 933: A Day as a Teacher (2)
Su He was infuriated by Chuzheng and walked away.
This roommate later snatched the original protagonist’s boyfriend and often took small advantages before.
She never bought daily necessities, always using the protagonist’s instead.
Snacks and fruits? Don’t even mention those.
In the storyline, Su He borrowed her notebook and never returned it.
The protagonist needed it and asked for it several times, but Su He kept making excuses.
Finally, when the protagonist gathered the courage to get it back, Su He looked displeased.
After retrieving the notebook, the protagonist found it was broken.
The protagonist approached Su He about it.
Su He looked clueless, saying it was perfectly fine when she used it and had no idea why it was broken.
The protagonist, a borrower of things, ended up feeling humbled.
So, smashing this computer and not letting her use it was totally justified.
Chuzheng lay back with peace of mind.
[Miss, I want to…]
“Not accepting!”
Let me lie down quietly for a while.
[I just wanted to remind you that you were holding your book upside down just now.]
Chuzheng: “!!”
Chuzheng glanced at the book she had tossed on the bed.
Like a thief, she peeked outside— the door was closed, so nothing was visible.
“Did Su He see it?” Did I lose face? It’s too late to rewind!! Why didn’t this dog remind me earlier!!
[Probably not.]
Chuzheng patted her chest, calming herself: “That’s good.”
The King’s Account huffed: [But I’m not entirely sure.]
Chuzheng’s face turned cold, squeezing the book so hard it was deformed.
The King’s Account disappeared after making fun of her, not giving her a task immediately.
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Su He couldn’t borrow the computer, so she didn’t go to class with Chuzheng in the afternoon and left alone.
Chuzheng didn’t mind and headed towards school alone.
This place was just outside the school, very close, and Chuzheng braved the scorching sun to go to school.
“Hello, teacher.”
“Hello, teacher.”
“Hello, Teacher Ruan…”
Students saw her and greeted her with smiles.
Chuzheng kept a stern face throughout, gripping her lesson plan tightly.
Nervous as hell.
Many teachers were already in the office, either grading papers or preparing lessons, some sitting together chatting.
Chuzheng sat in the office, flipping through the original protagonist’s lesson plan.
She still had the original protagonist’s memories, so she wasn’t in the dark and familiarized herself with the process in her mind.
The first class in the afternoon was hers.
Chuzheng didn’t move even after the preparatory bell rang.
“Teacher Ruan, class is starting.” Someone called her.
“Mm.”
Chuzheng stood up, followed the other teachers out, and went to her class, Senior One Class Eighteen.
Isn’t it just being a teacher!!
Nothing can stump me!
The class bell had already rung, but many students were still making noise in the classroom, some even not in their seats.
Chuzheng pushed the door open and went in.
The classroom fell silent for a moment, then became noisy again.
They didn’t take her seriously as a teacher at all.
Bang!
The book was thrown onto the podium, making a crisp sound.
The classroom suddenly quieted down, all eyes on the podium.
The usually helpless-looking teacher stood there today with a cold face, seemingly exuding cold energy.
“Class has started, didn’t you hear?”
It was like someone pressed a pause button on everyone.
“Oh, the teacher’s not in a good mood today, huh.”
Someone shouted from the back of the classroom, and the previously quiet class became noisy again.
Chuzheng looked towards the back.
At the back, near the rear door, four boys were seated.
The four boys were very trendy, distinctly standing out from the other students in class.
These were the class tyrants, who usually led the trouble during the original protagonist’s lessons.
“If the teacher’s not in a good mood, let’s not have class. How about self-study this period.”
“We’re being considerate of the teacher.”
Chuzheng listened to the noisy bunch, her temples throbbing, could she deal with them?
[Miss, they’re just a bunch of kids, you shouldn’t be so ruthless, okay?!]
Bam!
The classroom went quiet again.
All eyes turned to the teacher on the podium.
The language teacher, who usually didn’t know how to handle them, kicked over the podium, full of ferocity.
“Quiet now?”
They were students after all, and Chuzheng was so fierce that even the naughtiest ones in the class quieted down.
Chuzheng scanned the classroom: “Class representative.”
The language class representative stood up, a white and clean girl with a ponytail, looking like a good student.
The class representative looked a bit dissatisfied at the people in the back, but since they were the class tyrants, she didn’t dare say anything.
“Teacher…”
“Go fetch the papers from my desk.”
The class representative hurriedly ran out to get them.
During the time the class representative was out, Chuzheng said nothing, just looked at them coldly.
The class tyrants at the back, initially intimidated, were ready to regain their footing but found themselves unable to speak as they met Chuzheng’s icy gaze.
What the hell!!
The class representative quickly returned with the papers.
“Hand them out.”
The class representative responded and distributed the papers in groups.
Chuzheng dragged a chair to the podium, sat on it, and looked at them: “Do the questions.”
The students: “…”
The class tyrants in the back scratched their heads, passing notes.
Class Tyrant Number One: Why is Teacher Ruan suddenly so fierce, did her little universe explode?
Class Tyrant Number Two: That act really scared me just now.
Class Tyrant Number Three: Damn! Is she crazy!
Class Tyrant Number Four: Her look just now was a bit scary.
The language teacher just graduated, and is not much older than them.
Just out of school, with a soft personality, she’s the easiest teacher to bully.
Class Tyrant Number One: Are we making trouble or not?
Class Tyrant Number Two: …You guys go first.
Class Tyrant Number Three: Who’ll start?
Class Tyrant Number Four: Let’s do it together.
Before Class Tyrant Number Four could pass the note, it was suddenly taken away.
Chuzheng, who had somehow appeared beside them, held the note, reading it.
Class Tyrant Number Four instinctively tried to snatch it back, but Chuzheng pinned him down with one hand.
The boy had considerable strength, and as they wrestled, the desk and chair made a racket.
All around, students turned their heads to watch.
Chuzheng looked over: “Do your questions.”
The other students quickly turned back, but many still sneaked peeks.
Chuzheng forcefully pressed Class Tyrant Number Four back down, her face icy: “What are you trying to pull?”
Class Tyrant Number Four felt aggrieved.
He never expected the language teacher, who used to be weaker than a gust of wind, to have such strength.
“Teacher, we’re not causing trouble.” Class Tyrant Number Four grinned cheekily: “Teacher, I still need to do my questions, could you let go?”
Chuzheng released him: “Do your questions properly.”
Class Tyrant Number Four nodded repeatedly.
Once Chuzheng walked away with the note, he clutched his shoulder in pain.
Damn, it hurt.
Almost broke my arm.
With Class Tyrant Number Four’s ordeal, the other three tyrants didn’t dare stir up any more trouble.
Exam time flew by, and soon the class was over.
After collecting the papers, Chuzheng left with them.
The group of class tyrants sat by the back door, and as Chuzheng passed by, one of the boys suddenly reached out to lift her skirt.