"Wang Ze, do you have any thoughts?" Xue Jian glanced at a certain someone next to him who was restless and inquired.
"Yes, teacher, yes, I'd like to change seats." The certain someone showed a fawning smile.
"Alright then, come sit at the podium, and I'll sit in your seat." The kid had said it many times, so Xue Jian thought he should be considerate and nodded.
"Hey, no… teacher, forget it…"
Damn it.
The Guardian's seat!!!
——That's Wang Ze's style, wanting to die.
There was certainly no way this kind of negotiation would yield any results, and Xue Jian didn't plan to resolve it during this class meeting.
As class was about to end, he still handed the task over to class officers like Chen Yu Ying and Zhuo Yongfei, letting them find an opportunity to gather the class's opinions and come up with a final plan to execute.
