They barely made it to the classroom shortly after lunch.
But the suddenly arrived Zhu Niao and Ye Qingchang, along with Liu Xie, immediately noticed something very important.
They had forgotten to reserve seats.
Now, the only seats left were at the very back of the last row.
Of course, if only the last row seats were empty, it wouldn’t be a problem.
The real issue was that there were still empty seats in the front row.
In other words, even if the three of them sat at the back, the teacher would see those empty seats at the front and wave them over without hesitation.
If that happened, they would be trapped.
“Forget it for now, let’s just sit in the back and hope for some luck.” Liu Xie, walking at the front, decided their course.
The three of them timidly squeezed into the last row of the classroom, silently gambling that the teacher wouldn’t say that fatal sentence.
“Where’s the dorm leader? Didn’t she go back to the dorm to get her books?” Ye Qingchang asked Liu Xie, turning her head.
Liu Xie shrugged, “She just went to eat with Xu Nian, probably even more clingy than us. How could she have time to get books? Besides, of all of us here, only one person is carrying a backpack.”
So the two turned their heads simultaneously toward the small bird carrying the bag.
“Why are you all looking at me? My bag only has the morning classes’ books and Liu Xie’s damn postpartum care book. The only thing left is a sanitary pad.” Zhu Niao straightforwardly unzipped her small backpack, showing it to Ye Qingchang and Liu Xie.
“You stole my book.” This was Liu Xie after retrieving her precious book.
“No way, I have to see what class we have this session.” Ye Qingchang propped herself up, looking at what books were on the others’ desks.
“I looked—it’s Ideological and Moral Education.” Zhu Niao pressed down the rising Ye Qingchang and even lowered her head a bit.
She did this to prevent the teacher on the podium from spotting the three of them huddled in the back row.
The people in front were tall enough compared to them, so their bodies bent over the desks were still hidden.
“No way, dude. Ideological and Moral Education class? Even with sanitary pads, we have no green and white things to bluff our way through, right?” Liu Xie’s face was pressed against the desk.
But it was worth mentioning that the two soft mounds on her chest formed an awkwardly suspended space between her bent waist and her head on the desk, even more exaggerated than before.
Zhu Niao was increasingly baffled by how this so-called trainee goddess was even formed. Such limbs that didn’t even look human—how was that possible?
“Who am I supposed to ask?”
Fortunately, the teacher seemed unaware of the three hiding in the back. If they stayed crouched there, maybe they could still get away with it.
“This teacher won’t come down to patrol. She’ll only stay in the front. As long as the bros don’t get picked to sit up front, it’ll be fine.” Zhu Niao, who knew the course better, said to the other two.
Then Liu Xie and Ye Qingchang gave Zhu Niao an OK gesture.
Suddenly, a loud buzz from the little bee (the classroom’s attendance scanner) sounded from the front podium: “Alright, students, please scan the QR code to check in now.”
“Okay, the three female students holding phones in the last row, please come to the front.”
The three of them turned pale.
“There’s no way to sneak by under the teacher’s watch now.” Ye Qingchang mournfully stated their fate.
“No, number three, use your unbeatable brain to think of something!” Liu Xie prodded the resigned Ye Qingchang as they sluggishly stood up.
“We’ve already been spotted by the teacher. Unless you pretend you’re the attending teacher here, there’s no way…”
Before Ye Qingchang could finish, she turned to see Liu Xie sitting properly in her original seat, looking quite serious.
Then that person raised a hand and said, “Teacher, actually, I am one of the attending teachers.”
In the end, the three were ordered to move from the last row to the front row.
When they sat down in the first row, they saw Yang Shuli sitting next to Xu Nian.
Yang Shuli was sitting at the very end, beside him was Xu Nian, and next to Xu Nian was Xiao Yi’an.
Yes, that Xiao Yi’an.
Ye Qingchang’s face suddenly changed as she walked in front.
Judging by the order they entered, she had no choice but to sit beside Xiao Yi’an.
Liu Xie, sensing Ye Qingchang’s steps suddenly stop, glanced ahead and saw Xiao Yi’an sitting properly and quietly.
Out of consideration for her roommate, she tugged on Ye Qingchang’s hand, seemingly wanting to swap seats.
But Ye Qingchang held Liu Xie’s wrist firmly.
She gently shook her head, rejecting Liu Xie’s good intention.
She was like a knight charging at her enemy, refusing to hand over her enemy to anyone else.
Of course, Liu Xie and Zhu Niao behind her didn’t see this behavior as noble knightly spirit, but more like someone who liked to find trouble for herself—a masochist.
The two even started to suppress their laughter, not daring to look at each other for fear their eyes might read: “I’m a master of emotions, I have my own rhythm,” or “I’m an 800-meter runner, currently a dead dog.”
They took their seats.
Zhu Niao sat at the edge but noticed there was still an empty seat right next to her.
“Who from the last row wants to come sit up front now?” the teacher looked at the empty seat and then spoke to the rest of the class.
Zhu Niao felt a lot of restless murmurs.
But at that moment, she turned to see a sneaky figure slipping in through the classroom door.
She recognized him clearly—it was Gou Yu.
“Teacher.” Zhu Niao raised her hand. “A student just arrived, probably late. You can punish him by putting him here.”
Gou Yu, who was crouching and sneaking in, immediately stood up straight when he heard this. He pointed at Zhu Niao, mouth silently opening.
Zhu Niao didn’t even have to turn around to know it wasn’t a good sign.
“Alright, everyone, take out your books so the teacher can check. At least you should have your books, right?”
Gou Yu had just sat down beside Zhu Niao when he heard this.
Ye Qingchang and Liu Xie each opened a book, obviously not Ideological and Moral Education textbooks, but managed to bluff through.
Zhu Niao also opened her morning class textbook, hoping to pass inspection.
The teacher stopped beside her.
Zhu Niao turned and saw on Gou Yu’s desk a pack of Jie Rou.
That white-and-green pack—the same color scheme as the Ideological and Moral Education textbook—the two-yuan tissue paper sold at the campus store.
Lmao this dumbass I love them