23 Children who cry have milk (2/2)

This corner is convenient for Liu Li to bully her at any time, threaten her, enslave her.

There was a distinct inscription on the table: Endure.

Every stroke was accompanied by a force that seemed to want to carve its way through the table, like a golden horse, clawing and clawing.

Indeed, she was a coward who dared not to speak out of anger. Wan Chao laughed at herself. That coward will never appear again.

Her tablemate was a boy with a face full of goosebumps. That boy was also cold to her as he silently read a textbook. They seemed to have nothing to do with each other apart from sitting at the same table.

Liu Li's back looked stiff, as if she had been paying attention to her movements. Wan Chao glanced at Liu Li, then focused her attention on the items in her pocket.

She tidied up the books one by one. The textbooks, the exercise books, the exercise books, the tutorial … They were all complete.

”Ring, ring, ring ~ ~”

Soon, the bell for the first lesson rang.

The head teacher, Miss Zhu, walked in. She was teaching English.

After Teacher Zhu came in, she intentionally looked at Wan Chao. When she saw her sitting upright, she slightly nodded her head and began her lecture.

No matter what kind of knowledge Teacher Zhu taught her, she had a vague impression, but she couldn't tell the exact details. Without thinking, Wan Chao took out her notebook and wrote down everything Teacher Zhu had said in it, intending to ponder over it after class.

During this lesson, Miss Zhu specifically paid attention to Wan Chao and looked in her direction a few times. Every time, she would notice that Wan Chao was listening attentively, writing quickly and thinking with a frown, causing her to slightly nod her head in her heart.

A serious student always gives a good impression to a teacher.

Soon, the class ended. As soon as the bell rang, Teacher Zhu left the classroom.

Wan Chao quickly followed.

”Teacher Zhu, please wait a moment.” Outside the classroom, Wan Chao called out to Teacher Zhu.

Teacher Zhu stopped and smiled, ”Wan Chao, what's the matter?”

Wan Chao said, ”Teacher, I want to change seats, my current position is too far back, and I don't want to sit with Liu Li, so it's best if I sit in the third or fourth row. I'm not tall, so sitting in the third and fourth row is fine.”

This was a very direct request. The students of the 1990s were quite plain and simple. When they saw the teachers, they were always trembling with fear. How could they dare to so brazenly make such a request?

However, Wan Chao's inner being had already changed. She was used to saying whatever she wanted to say.

Isn't there something you should say? A child who cries will have milk to eat.

Only when she made a request would the teacher be aware of her request. As long as it was not particularly unreasonable, it would generally be approved.

Who would pay attention to her if she remained as submissive and silent as ever, cowering in a corner of the classroom?

Teacher Zhu was a reasonable person. She thought for a moment before saying, ”I understand. I will transfer your seat during the last class this afternoon.”

”Thank you, Teacher Zhu.”