Chapter Twenty-Four: The Abandoned Class X

  After Murong Zi left, the chemistry teacher rushed to the principal's office at a speed even faster than hers and scolded her.

  "Murong Ziqing's behavior in Class A is problematic, not putting the teacher in his eyes and bringing a child to class to cause trouble, not to mention openly skipping class. Principal, having such a student in our Class A is absolutely a shame. If we have another student like this in Class A, I will give up my position as head of Class A and go to the second-grade Class A." The principal hastily grabbed a book to block the saliva and protect his face from disaster.

  "You go back first, I will find Murong Zi and have a good talk with her." Two years ago, he received an unexpected fortune from the Murong family, and no matter what, he had to get her into the best class.

  Two years have passed, if Murong Ziqing's behavior is not good, he will certainly not give up a special-grade teacher for her.

  Just as the principal was thinking again, a knock on the door came from the entrance of the principal's office.

  "Come in." The ones who came in were Mu Rong Zi and Chu Zi Mo. Because they weren't familiar with the school, they arrived a step later than their chemistry teacher.

  "Who are you?" The principal looked bewildered at Mu Rong Zi. Her current appearance was vastly different from the first time they met. After leaving Special Class A, Mu Rong Zi had shed all her disguises, removing her glasses and revealing her true eye color. She walked in with Xiao Mo like a queen and prince inspecting their own territory. The difference between this and the weak, timid girl who always kept her head down was staggering.

  "Principal, I am Murong Zi." Murong Zi pulled Xiao Mo down to sit elegantly.

  "What did you say about Murong Zi?" The principal said in surprise. "I heard from the chemistry teacher..."

  "Old man, I don't want to hear what you have to say. Listen to our chemistry teacher for now, I just want you to listen to us?" The childish voice carried an unyielding and overbearing tone.

  "The principal's old face stiffened, and he was actually lectured by a little kid."

  Then he looked at Murong Zi and said: "Murong Zi, bringing a little kid to disrupt the class is not good."

  "So, I want you to immediately process my son's school enrollment procedures." If Xiao Mo is a student at this school, they shouldn't have any excuses, right?

  "This kid is too young." Seven years old, only in first or second grade, isn't accepting students like this lowering one's own graduation rate?

  At this time, Chu Zi Mo took out her own small computer and said while looking at it: "Your school seems to be building a new library, but 200,000 yuan has gone missing. It just so happens that the higher-ups are coming to investigate, you're still worried about how to fill this gap, old man, right?"

  He actually knew, the principal felt his palms sweating, he of course knew where that money went, but...

  "Principal, I am willing to pay 2 million yuan as a school building fee for my son. Please expedite the admission process for him as soon as possible. And I hope that you will give us absolute freedom in the school." Just then, Murong Zi suddenly spoke up.

  "There's no problem with handling the admission procedures for this young friend, but absolute freedom, Murong classmate, you know, as a student, one must follow discipline, attend classes on time, and not affect grades, or it will make the teacher unhappy. Handling admission procedures is just a matter of minutes, but freedom! The chemistry teacher was just saying harsh words here earlier."

  "Well, then let me go to a class where I can be free." Special Class A is not good for me, none of the classmates like me, it's better to leave.

  "But that doesn't match your status!" The principal was worried, this class does exist, but she's so wealthy and has a big background, what if she gets hurt in that class? He can't afford to take responsibility.

  "Refusing to meet my conditions... this school construction fee..." Murong Zi said slowly.

  "I have some information about the principal in my hand, I believe our superiors would be delighted to see it." This was followed by a lovely voice.

  The principal's body trembled slightly. He didn't believe that this kid really knew something? But he had to be on guard, whether it was for the money or for the sake of the handle, he had to agree.

  Then, under the threat of the two mothers, the principal said: "Okay, I agree that you can transfer to Class F."

  Expensive class, also known as waste class. The name is as it is, the cost is high, and inside are all some bad students, fighting, skipping classes, and truancy, all of whom were bought in with money.

  In the afternoon class, Murong Zi and Chu Zi Mo walked to the abandoned classroom A, hearing the noisy voices inside, as well as the chaotic guitar sounds, drumming sounds, which shook the entire building.

  As they walked to the door, they saw that the students inside were laughing and playing together. Murong Zi and Zi Mo's mouths curved up into a smile. This class was very free-spirited, which would make things more convenient for them in the future.

  Murong Zi cannot drop out of school without being prepared, otherwise the Murong family will find out and don't know what danger it will bring. But in that good student class, it's really inconvenient to take action, this class is the best choice.

  Seeing Murong Zi enter, the classmate with a flat head sitting at the door asked: "Beauty, who are you looking for?" They never thought that there would be students transferring classes. Since the class division exams, the people in this class have been fixed. There were students who were kicked out, but they couldn't stand this class and tried every means to change to a slightly better one.

  "We're not here to look for someone, we're here to attend class." At this time, Zi Mian's voice was particularly prominent in the noisy classroom.

  "Haha! You guys come here to attend classes, don't you know that this is a class for losers?" Upon hearing Zi Mian's words, everyone burst out laughing, except for a girl in the corner who remained silent with her head down.

  "You all think of yourselves as trash, then you are indeed a bunch of trash." Murong Zi said indifferently, and then pulled Zi Miao to find a seat.

  The table is piled with arhats, and the chairs are missing arms and legs. It's really hard to find a seat.

  Humiliated by a little girl like this, all the villains in the class were enraged, "We are not trash."

  "You're not trash, prove it to me!" Murong Zi's indifferent gaze swept over them. Their decadent lifestyle hadn't washed away their bloodthirstiness, and they dared to speak out, making her feel more at ease than those good students.

  "How can you prove it? If it's just a comparison, then forget about it!" Those people said disdainfully.

  "Of course not."

  "What's the big deal?" Nothing is as easy as learning.