<h4>Chapter 704: Seasick</h4>


    The third year of high school was tense, but what did this have to do with ss 3-3?


    The results of the monthly exam still made their headteacher, Wang Zhongyun, extremely proud. Every day when he entered the office, he could walk in with his back straight and nose held high.


    Times had changed. Now, ss 3-3 was the ss with the most potential!


    What? If someone was to say that their results had nothing to do with them…


    That was pure jealousy!


    There were also people whoined that it was the critical moment of learning and the time for the final sprint, yet they collectively asked for leave to go out and y. This showed they were ignorant and ipetent!


    Hehe, this was also a sign of jealousy!


    If they had the ability, their ss president could also be equally awesome! Not only could she control everyone and make them run, but she could also make them study and drag the ss that was at the bottom of the grade into the top ten rankings.


    Not convinced?


    Then they could only endure!


    Wang Zhongyun was showing off as he walked around the school with a thermos sk in his hands.


    He listened to the students behind him pointing at him.


    They said, “Hey, did you see that? That’s Mr. Wang, the headteacher of ss 3-3. He’s awesome!”


    “I’m convinced!”


    “It would be great if we could change sses. I feel like ss 3-3’s learning atmosphere is great!”


    “It’s more than that! The students of ss 3-3 collectively took leave to go out and have fun! During this period of time, I don’t even have enough time to sleep. I have to go to cram school every day until I puke! Their school life is worth remembering! Ours? In the future, when I recall it, I will just think of endless papers, endless sses, and a race against time every day!”


    “Mr. Headteacher! I’m envious!”


    <i>Mr. Headteacher!</i>


    <i>Do you hear us?</i>


    Wang Zhongyun’s mind and body werepletely at ease. It was sofortable!


    Even when he saw his old ssmate, he could happily greet him.


    It was a pity that the other party did not give him a pleasant expression in return.


    But, what did that have to do with anything?


    As long as he was happy, everything was fine, right?


    …


    After the votes of the people from ss 3-3, they finally decided to visit a farmhouse in the next city.


    The scenery there was beautiful, but the ce was remote.


    After getting off the ne, they had to take a two-hour car ride to the dock, and then take a half-hour boat ride. Finally, they arrived at a small ind.


    The ind was sparsely popted. Because of the trouble ofmuting and the bumpy roads, there were not many tourists.


    The prices here were lower. It was a good ce to rest and take a walk in the sun every day.


    The journey here was very torturous for the pampered young masters and youngdies. After two hours of sitting on the dirt road and they finally got out of the car, they were allining that their waists were about to break and their butts were about to crack.


    Song Yaoyao could still ept it, but once she got on the boat, she could no longer endure…


    The boat floated on the surface of the sea, swaying along with the smell of engine oil, causing song Yaoyao’s vision to go ck. She leaned against the railing in a daze. The people who came were all young people, enjoying thefortable sea breeze. The air was filled with a faint salty smell. It was asfortable as it could be.


    It was as if the bumpy ride just now didn’t exist. They quickly threw it to the back of their minds and excitedly ran around the boat to take selfies.


    There were also people who proudly opened a post in the school forum, intending to record the happy vacation life of these few days.


    As soon as Tang Xinrou boarded the boat, she became intimate with An Feiran.


    The two of them sat at the stern, the girl leaning against the boy’s shoulder. The two of them were quiet and did not speak. It was like a beautiful painting.


    “What’s wrong? Seasick?”


    Shen Xun leaned against the railing and lowered his head slightly. He saw the girl’s weak little face and her dry lips that were usually supple.


    He frowned, listened to the noise, and rubbed the space between his eyebrows as his eyes filled with hostility.