Qin Jiao watched Sun Guotao, waiting to see how he would arrange the class seating.
Sun Guotao, however, spoke in a calm, unhurried tone. "Alright, I'll sort out the seating chart later. By the way, how were your previous class officers selected?"
The class president, still young, was a bit nervous. He answered obediently, "I'm not sure. Teacher Li was the one who assigned them."
Sun Guotao nodded. Without another word, he picked up his textbook, dismissed the class, and headed back to his office.
The next period was Chinese. Qin Jiao had just taken out her book when a round-faced girl with a bob cut leaned in close and whispered, "Qin Jiao, how do you think Old Sun will arrange the seating this time?"
