Of course the teachers knew that this child was trying to save the situation, but when facing these children, teachers also had to pay attention to strategies, save the donkeys who were falling down the slope, and soften their faces.

"Do you need to pretend to be a good person!?"

Mu Aizhen was instantly furious, her eyes were red, and she glared at Gao Xiaowei with gritted teeth, "You are very happy and proud, aren't you? Do you think that transferring to another school with me means you are very loyal and great?"

"Loyalty? Who wants your ghostly loyalty! We are finished, do you understand? We have been reduced to such a shabby school. In this life, you, me, we no longer have any hope of getting ahead."

"Do you understand?"

While roaring, she suddenly grabbed her schoolbag and swung it out. In an instant, the schoolbag fell apart, and the pencil case, dictionary, and water bottle inside flew around in a mess by inertia.

Many students around were stunned.

Gao Xiaowei was also stunned on the spot.

When Mu Aizhen threw the 'hidden weapon', it was like a goddess scattering flowers everywhere, frightening all the students to dodge, wishing they could grow wings and fly quickly.

The most unlucky ones were the two teachers who bore the brunt.

Mu Qingyun suddenly raised his eyes and was startled when he saw a teacup and a box of cakes flying towards his head.

Jia Junhao's hand suddenly stretched out, grasped Mu Qingyun's wrist, and led her hand in a circle as light as a feather.

With a small signature pen, the tea cup and cake were sent back with such a light force, and landed steadily on the windowsill not far away.

Not a single nut fell off the cake.

"You come next time."

Jia Junhao smiled.

Mu Qingyun suddenly felt blessed, threw away the pen, held the book in both hands, and swept it away like a racket.

The pencil case and exercise book that hit Teacher Zhang's face flew back one after another and landed firmly on the school bag.

Jia Junhao opened his eyes slightly, exhaled, and silently said, 'Don't be jealous, jealousy is poison.'

Mu Aizhen turned her head and met Mu Qingyun's face. Tears filled her eyes little by little. She suddenly raised her head and grabbed Sun Xiaomei: "Mom, I won't study in No. 13 Middle School."

Sun Xiaomei felt extremely distressed: "Okay, let's not go to school. How about we go to Wanhua High School?"

"Oooh, mom!"

The two mothers hugged each other and cried.

Wang Mengmeng was speechless: "Wanhua High School is a private high school, with a tuition fee of 68,000 yuan a year, which is still a small amount."

The two teachers over there were also speechless.

Mu Qingyun finally smiled, don't worry about why she didn't come to No. 1 Middle School, just don't come to No. 13 Middle School.
Chapter completed!