thefictionvixens Chapter 7 Class Assignment and Seating
Chapter 7 Class Assignment and Seating
Sunlight filters through the dappled leaves, casting shimmering shadows on the ground. These shadows, like golden fragments, dance merrily in the gentle breeze.
Under the teacher's guidance, all students began to choose their classes and line up, preparing for this important moment of class assignment.
Everyone was filled with anticipation and excitement for their future class life, but also felt a little nervous and uneasy, like travelers about to embark on an unknown journey, their feelings were extremely complicated.
Several teachers, their expressions serious and their eyes piercing, moved back and forth through the noisy crowd, occasionally uttering stern reprimands. Their voices, like rolling thunder, instantly pierced through the cacophony of voices, bringing a touch of quiet to the once bustling playground.
The teachers continued their work, directing all the students to stand in four rows. Then they carefully examined each row, patiently adjusting the students' positions like experienced craftsmen adjusting precision instruments, ensuring that the number of people in each row was evenly distributed.
The students stood there quietly, their eyes filled with curiosity and confusion about the future, as if awaiting the mysterious and solemn judgment of fate, wondering which class they would be assigned to, what kind of teachers and classmates they would meet, and what their future school life would be like.
At this seemingly calm yet turbulent moment, Hong Liguo subconsciously turned his head, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the neighboring row, where he happened to see Wang Yuxin.
At that time, her plump face was like a ripe apple in autumn, fresh and rosy, radiating the unique charm of youth.
Her eyes were bright and clear, deep and captivating, radiating a pure and innocent light that always made people want to look at her more.
As if by telepathy, she also looked at Hong Liguo at that moment. After a brief eye contact, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she quickly ran to Hong Liguo. She turned slightly to the side, leaned close to Hong Liguo's ear, and whispered in her soft and sweet voice, "Hong Liguo, come to me quickly. My dad said that this class's homeroom teacher is particularly good."
The voice was like a clear mountain spring, tinkling and flowing into Hong Liguo's heart, carrying a mysterious allure and an irresistible warmth.
Hong Liguo was momentarily at a loss, scratching her head awkwardly, a blush creeping onto her face as she hesitated for a moment. But under her expectant gaze and enthusiastic pull, Hong Liguo finally moved and joined her in the same line.
After stopping, Hong Liguo took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Then he waved vigorously to Fa Zi and the others, and while the teacher wasn't nearby, he quickly called out, "Fa Zi, Jun Ge, you guys come over here quickly, come over here!"
Hong Liguo's voice carried across the still somewhat noisy playground, tinged with anxiety. However, only Fa Zi heard Hong Liguo's call and hurriedly ran over. The others, perhaps because they had already joined other groups and found their places, or perhaps because the surrounding noise had drowned out Hong Liguo's calls, did not run over.
At this moment, the teacher maintaining order suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "Don't move around! It's the same everywhere. Anyone who runs around will have to stand outside." His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing across the playground for a long time. It carried an undeniable authority and deterrent power, making the students dare not make any more moves.
Once everyone had completely quieted down and the numbers had been adjusted, each class teacher, like an experienced, calm, and resolute captain, led their class in an orderly fashion towards their respective classrooms with confident and powerful strides.
Their classrooms were a long row of dilapidated bungalows. Although they were old and run-down, the walls inside the classrooms looked freshly painted, the white paint gleaming brightly in the sunlight. The air was filled with the faint, slightly pungent smell of cheap whitewash, which was somewhat unpleasant to the senses.
Two classes share a double door and a narrow passageway, so students inevitably push and shove each other when entering. A few daring and mischievous students seized the opportunity and began to weave left and right through the crowd, trying to find their preferred spots.
In this chaotic moment, Sun Changlin and his "Four Villains" forcibly joined Hong Liguo's class like unreasonable bandits.
With their menacing faces and fierce eyes, they shoved the other four students into the classroom across the hall without any mercy, muttering inappropriate things and completely disregarding the feelings and protests of the others.
In that relatively traditional and conservative era, there seemed to be an invisible yet solid barrier between boys and girls, and it was extremely rare for boys and girls to sit together. Therefore, teachers did not have any strict requirements in this regard, but rather allowed everyone to freely pair up their desks according to their own wishes.
Most students followed this unwritten rule, with boys sitting at one table and girls at another, as if an invisible boundary separated the boys and girls, clearly distinguishing them.
Hong Liguo and Fa Zi were among the shortest in the class at the time, and the teacher pointed them to the first row of seats.
Hong Liguo and Fa Zi exchanged a smile and tacitly chose the seats on the left side of the first row, sitting side by side.
Yi Jianping and Xu Jinku were not tall either, and the two of them sat on the right side of the first row.
In the middle of the first row sat two girls, Zhang Yulan and Zhang Qiaoyun.
The two of them were like two beautiful flowers in full bloom, exuding the fragrance and vitality of youth.
Especially Zhang Qiaoyun, who had developed too early, had a pair of alluring breasts that trembled incessantly, as if two little rabbits were stuffed inside her clothes, ready to leap out. It was captivating, stirring up fantasies. No wonder Zhou Qiang and Ma Yuanzhi were so attracted to her… Holy crap! Thinking of the scene of them getting beaten up, Hong Liguo no longer had the mind or the courage to continue peeking, and quickly averted his gaze.
The two beautiful women sat in the center, while the four boys on either side of them were like the green leaves silently guarding the flowers, serving as foils.
Fa Zi and Zhang Yulan sat side by side across the aisle, occasionally glancing at each other before quickly looking down again. At this moment, Hong Liguo gently nudged him with his elbow, and he immediately blushed, appearing extremely uncomfortable.
Zhang Qiaoyun and Yi Jianping were also next to each other across the aisle. They would occasionally turn their heads and talk quietly. Whenever this happened, Hong Liguo would feel particularly disgusted and would involuntarily think to himself: Birds of a feather flock together.
After assigning seats, there was no class. The teacher told everyone to stay in their seats and not move around. Then he called a few students to go with him to the office to get their books. When he came back, he distributed the textbooks to everyone, and that's how their junior high school life officially began.