Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Chapter 13 Two-Sided Dice

The office building is busiest after the first get out of class.

In and out of the corridor came the class representative holding a huge stack of homework, the teacher rushing towards the teaching building in her high heels, and a student who was made to stand in the corner as punishment.

They were no longer surprised to see Song Xulin at the door of the Academic Affairs Office.

There were four people who were more familiar with him, and they made faces and joked with him as they passed by.

"Brother Song, your ability is not good enough. You were caught by Yuzi again. How long will you have to stand there this time?"

"Why are you asking that? You're just picking on someone's wounds. It's so sad to hear. By the way, Brother Song, how many words are in your self-criticism this time? Will you stand on the podium and read it next week? I'll support you."

The only girl present silently commented: "What you said is even more hurtful..."

The four of them were joking around, but Song Xulin didn't bother to pay attention to them. He folded his arms, leaned against the wall with his eyes half closed, and basked in the sun comfortably.

Suddenly, the boys in Class 7 brought up a new topic. At first, Song Xulin just treated it as gossip, until something suddenly flashed through his mind and he slowly opened his eyelids.

Girls are more timid and have begun to feel a chill on their backs.

"Is this melon ripe? His father stabbed someone in public, so his son... Oh my god... Could he also be a potential murderer? If we make him unhappy, we'll all be finished."

The remaining two were brave enough to still think about joking.

"Don't just tell me half the story. Who is that potential murderer? Is he really from our school?"

"Okay, I'm getting scared now. Will he grab a knife, a saw, or something and stab me to death? Brother, please protect me!"

As she said this, she exaggeratedly leaned towards the shorter boy on her right.

Instead of accepting it, the other person rolled his eyes and took a step back, as if he was afraid that he would fall to the ground.

"What are you afraid of? Who would still be in the mood to go to school after their mother died? They must be on leave at home right now. I can't stab you to death."

Seeing this, the man from Class 7 smiled even wider. He pushed his glasses and looked around mysteriously. After making sure that no one was passing by, he waved for someone to come closer.

Everyone immediately came over curiously, with four heads close together, like little chicks.

"The murderer's son is...ah!"

They were already scared, and when they suddenly heard a scream, they instinctively shouted along, startling several students passing by in the corridor and looking at them in surprise.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

"Ahhhh-"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Song Xulin withdrew the finger that was tapping his head expressionlessly.

There was a hint of threat in his eyes, especially when he looked at the mysterious guy from Class 7, his eyes became even colder.

The four of them suddenly felt as if they were facing a great enemy. Their lips touched the ground dryly, and they were so scared that they couldn't utter a word.

Their families have business dealings and they have a good relationship on weekdays. They often go out and play together during holidays.

Therefore, after seeing many scenes of Song Xulin practicing boxing in the gym and abusing his coach, I have a clearer understanding of this person's lethality and bad temper.

If he gets angry, even ten of them won't be enough to beat him up!

Just when they were thinking about whether to protect their heads first or shout for help first, Song Xulin closed his eyes again, as if nothing had happened, and said something.

"Don't get in the way here, get back to class."

The four people didn't expect the development to be like this. After being stunned for a moment, they looked at the stairs and went down, saying "bye" several times in a hurry, and left.

Song Xulin maintained his original posture, leaning against the wall to bask in the sun.

However, there seemed to be some strange emotions between his brows.

Inside the Academic Affairs Office.

The dean tilted his head and spat out the tea leaves in his mouth. He covered the thermos cup and looked at Gong Huasui opposite him with a smile.

"...That's just the way it is."

As he spoke, he unscrewed the thermos cup and took a sip of tea, his tone tinged with emotion.

"When your brother was studying here, his deskmate was the best in the school. As you can see, he rose from last to the top three in the school, and now he's an honorary alumnus. His future is bright."

"So, the teacher understands your brother's intentions very well. There's a vacant seat in Class 1 now, and you can move in soon. The dormitory is also..."

"I'm not going, and I'm not moving."

A trace of surprise flashed across the dean's face.

Although classes one to five are all key classes, class one is definitely the best choice in terms of faculty, learning atmosphere and exam results.

Countless students from the affiliated high school were trying their best to get in, but this kid just refused directly!

"Teacher, first of all, Miya Tokimu ranked last in the exam. Aside from Chuunibyou, I can't think of any other reason to explain such a ridiculous thing."

Gong Huasui's expression was very serious. "If there really was such a fool in our family, we would never let him embarrass himself in public."

"Secondly, as for the number one student in the school you mentioned, well... I can't be a deskmate with myself."

This statement is just short of saying that he is the best in the school...

"Finally, strictly speaking, he can't bear me calling him brother."

This was the most difficult thing for him to talk about.

The Gong family genealogy is not very well organized. Some elders unfortunately died in their youth, and their children were adopted by people in the family who were of similar age but one generation older than them.

This leads to confusion in the way people address each other, and it is often the case that a newborn baby is older in generation than his uncles in their fifties.

And his birth... just fell into this pit.

Outside, he is Gong Shimu's younger brother and the young master of the Gong family.

In fact, he is of the same generation as Gong Shimu's parents, so Gong Shimu has to call him "little uncle".

The dean's expression changed again and again, and all the excuses he had prepared in advance were rejected.

He couldn't think of anything new to say, so he could only drink tea one sip after another to hide his embarrassment.

The cell phone on the table suddenly started buzzing.

The head teacher was as if pardoned, and Gong Huasui also saw his name displayed on the screen and reached out his hand.

"Teacher, I'll talk to him in person."

The dean of studies was worried about how to get rid of this hot potato because he had not completed what he had promised. Without hesitation, he handed over the phone.

"Has he agreed to go to the first shift?"

Hearing the voice on the phone, the last trace of smile in Gong Huasui's eyes disappeared, "I'm not a child, don't make decisions for me every day."

Gong Shimu's hand paused as he signed the contract, and a teasing curve suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Suisui?"

Hearing this soft nickname, Gong Huasui's jaw tightened even more, and his voice became cold, "...I'm angry."

The child's serious tone made Gong Shimu smile even more happily.

"Are you angry? Will you ignore your brother the next second?"

"..."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

Gong Shimu got to the point.

"You definitely have to go to Class 1. And that dormitory. Although the accommodations here in Huayang are among the best in the country, they're still not as good as back home. If you find the commute too far, I can buy you a large flat near the school so you can alternate between living there and back. That should be fine, right?"

"No."

Gong Huasui still refused, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

This made Gong Shimu even more curious about what made him so persistent in staying in Class 5.

He leaned back in the leather chair and gave advice leisurely.

"Sui Sui, your parents told me clearly that you can't be so willful anymore. How can you go to the class based on the number you roll? The dice only have six sides, but there are fifteen classes in the third grade..."

Gong Huasui curled his lips, and the disdain in his tone was almost unconcealable. "So I used a twenty-sided dice."

There was another long silence.

Gong Shimu cleverly chose to change the subject.

"Can you tell me why you have to stay there? Because of something, or someone?"