"I don't really hate me..."

"Where did I mess with him?"

"What should I do now?"

Silvi was thinking randomly, feeling a little sad.

She wanted to change her position, but she thought that she had just said that she hated a lot of people, and if she followed her again, it would be obviously not easy to explain.

Helplessly, she had to give up this plan, but she moved her seat and sat behind Qiaomu.

Even if you hate me, I will follow you!

“Eh?”

Qiao Mu noticed her actions and turned to look at her, not caring too much.

I guess the position just now was too far off, so I'd better move here to see.

And at this time.

On the podium of the hall.

The vice principal who was standing in front of the Mediterranean had been waiting for a long time. After finding that everyone had arrived, he cleared his throat and said, "Since everyone is here, then prepare to divide the class."

The sound was as loud as a bell, even without any amplification props, it was enough for everyone present to hear it.

Everyone's spirit was revived.

"oh?"

Qiao Mu was slightly surprised.

Not that I was surprised by the vice principal's voice, but... Is it straight to the topic so quickly?

Following the process, shouldn’t we talk a little more nonsense?

Just as he was thinking this, he heard the vice principal change the subject and said, "However, before the formal division of classes begins, I will say a few words first."

arbor:"……"

Good guy.

It's right.

"First of all, congratulations, everyone present who can sit here today, you are already the elite among the elites, you defeated Balabarabah..."

"Our No. 2 Middle School has a long history and has cultivated many top gods, Barabala..."

"Although you just passed the assessment, don't be too proud. There are more tests in front of Balabara..."

The vice principal talked endlessly.

If it were normal, Qiao Mu had already heard that he had fallen asleep, but today he was completely sleepy, and he felt like he was on his back.

This feeling made him feel very uncomfortable, but he could not find the problem by looking around.

"It's strange." Qiao Mu frowned.

Behind him, Sylvie remained calm on the surface, but her heart kept emitting resentment, "Let me talk to you...Let me talk to you..."

"Oh, by the way, Sylvie." Qiaomu suddenly turned his head.

"ah?"

Sylvie was shocked, leaned back two points like a conditioned reflex, and her face was extremely panicked.

He won't hear it, right?

"Uh..." Qiaomu looked at her strangely, "Is it too sudden?"

"Oh...No, it's okay, I was thinking about things just now."

Silvi came back to his senses, smiled politely, and his expression returned to normal, reflecting the noble temperament to the fullest.

"Sorry, I've disturbed you."

Qiaomu showed an apology smile, "I want to ask, why did you think of calling Director Svlia over?"

"Director Svlia?"

Sylvie was a little surprised, "How did you know I called me?"

"I guess." Qiao Mu smiled, "I remember Director Severya said that he came after receiving the news. I thought, except for your news, no one else seems to have the qualification to let him go there in person."

This was what he had just realized. He was just guessing, but judging from Sylvie's reaction, this matter was probably almost the same as her.

"I see."

Sylvie nodded and admitted generously: "Yes, Director Severya was indeed called by me."

"Can you tell me why?"

“Eh?”

Unexpectedly, Qiaomu would suddenly ask this question, and Silvey suddenly became hesitant, "Uh, just... um, suddenly..."

"What's wrong?" Qiao Mu's expression became strange.

"Oh, I mean..."

Silvey coughed lightly and said seriously: "Students shouldn't have made such a bet casually. I saw that Teacher Wilson had no intention of caring about it, so I wanted to ask the director to come and deal with it so as not to affect everyone's assessment."

"That's how it is."

Qiao Mu suddenly realized, then smiled slightly, "But thank you. If the director doesn't come, this matter will probably be a long time to argue, and it will indeed delay the assessment."

"You're welcome." Silvi smiled gracefully, "I didn't mean to help you."

"Uh...well, haha."

Upon hearing this, Qiaomu smiled politely and turned his head away.

He originally wanted to chat with Sylvie for a while to see if he could get familiar with him. After all, the other party is the eldest daughter of the Valoran family. If he gets into a relationship, he will be able to walk a little better in the future, right?

but.

Silvi gave her the feeling that she was... too distant, and she had the intention of keeping him away from thousands of miles away, which made him unable to find the topic and continue to talk about the sky, so she had to give up.

Maybe Silvi hates him a little?

Tsk...

I don't know where I got into trouble.

What he didn't know was that when Sylvie saw Qiao Mu turn his head, although he was silent on the surface, he was already pinching himself in secret, "Ahhhh...what I was just talking about... I originally wanted to ask which class he wanted to choose..."

And at this time.

The vice principal on the stage seemed to finally say he was tired, took a sip of water and announced: "Okay, let's talk about that first today, so now, the division of classes will officially start."

After saying that, ten third-grade teachers walked onto the podium in turn, obviously waiting for a long time.

"Thank God, it's finally started."

"To be honest, I almost fell asleep."

"I really want to save the sound, I use it when I have insomnia."

As the teacher walked onto the podium, the dead atmosphere in the hall was swept away, and the students became active one by one.

"Hey, buddy."

Qiao Mu asked the class next to him: "Which teacher's class is more famous?"

He didn't have much confidence before the assessment, so he didn't understand the characteristics of the classes of each teacher in the third grade.

"Um...I'll think about it." The classmate thought.

Upon hearing this, Sylvi hurriedly leaned forward to Qiaomu and listened inwardly.

"If you want to talk about the most famous class... it seems to be Mr. Maxwell's."

The classmate said: "Mr. Maxwell is a fifth-level main god of God. He has the highest strength among all teachers. He has rich experience in plane training and strong teaching skills. The class's admission rate is the highest in the school every year. He is considered an elite class in our school."

"Wow!" Qiaomu was shocked, "It sounds good."

"It's good, but Teacher Maxwell's requirements for selecting students are also very... Forget it, you are the first in the assessment, so there seems to be no need to tell you this."

"Haha, thank you."

Qiao Mu thanked him and murmured to himself: "Elite class, then I will choose this later."

He actually doesn't value the class's rich plane experience, better teaching quality, etc.

For him, it is the same as that of his class. The plane experiences taught by teachers are not useful to him who knows the plot.

On the other hand, if he wants to, he can even be the teacher of those teachers.

The reason why I want to join the elite class is purely because I think the elite class has a more famous name and is more pretentious when I enter.

That's all.

"Is Mr. Maxwell's class..."
Chapter completed!