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Chapter 36 Wei Ding is unfriendly

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"Classmates, look over here. Come on, Yuan Zhuan, come up to the podium. Classmates, this is our new friend from Class 5, Grade 3. Yuan Zhuan, please introduce yourself."

"Hello everyone, my name is Yuan Zhuan. I'm about to turn nine. I'm glad to meet you all. Please give me your advice." What an official statement.

"Very good. Now, let's welcome the new students with a round of applause." Teacher Sun clapped his hands with a smile.

However, there was only applause in the class, so that the smile on Teacher Sun's face became a little stiff.

"Well, cough... Yuan Zhuan, you sit in the second row and the third row from the bottom."

"Okay, teacher." Yuan Zhuan smiled and scanned every young face, and he probably understood which ones were thorns.

"Wait a moment, teacher, Brother Han doesn't like to sit with others, he will be disturbed." Wei Ding raised his hand to speak, but his eyes were directed at Yuan Zhuan.

"Well, then take the fourth seat." Teacher Sun was a little embarrassed by the rebuttal.

"Teacher, I too..."

"Weiding, if you keep looking for trouble like this, I'll call your grandpa!" Teacher Sun warned in a deep voice.

"...Okay." Wei Ding couldn't say anything at the moment. He just squinted at Yuan Zhuan who was walking over and stepped on the empty seat next to him, leaving black ash on the white wooden stool.

Yuan Zhuan stood on the edge of the seat, looking down at the little boy sitting next to him, "Are you going to clean it for me yourself, or should I clean it for you?" Who is so used to him?

Perhaps no one had ever dared to speak to him like this, or perhaps he had never encountered such direct words. The classroom where there were some whispers suddenly fell silent, except for the head teacher who had already walked away quickly.

Everyone's eyes were gathered in one place, some were stunned, stunned, surprised, dazed, and some were watching the show.

"What did you say?" Wei Ding laughed angrily, crossed his arms over his chest from his seat, and stood up.

"It seems you chose the latter." Yuan Zhuan smiled, stretched out his hand to grab Wei Ding's sleeve, pulled it forward, and pressed it.

'簌簌~'

Okay, the stool is clean. Yuan Zhuan sat down with satisfaction and began to sort out the new books in his schoolbag and place them on the table one by one.

The direction of things was so weird that Yuan Zhuan packed his schoolbag and sat down to wait for class before Wei Ding, Han Yu and others realized what was going on.

"Yuan Zhuan, right? Wait!" Wei Ding stood up in embarrassment. The math teacher walked in at this time. Wei Ding suppressed his movements and sat back down.

This math class was very difficult for Wei Ding and his team, but Yuan Zhuan listened silently from beginning to end and followed the teacher in writing questions.

When the get out of class bell rang, the teacher took the books and thermos cups, but everyone else's eyes were all directed to the back row.

Even if he wanted to ignore it, there was no other way. The math teacher put the books and thermos cup back on the podium.