Transmigrating into a book, the fake daughter is spoiled by the group every day

Mu Yitong's sudden words to stop them were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking the original harmonious atmosphere and making it solemn.

Luo Ning'er felt an invisible pressure, as if a mountain was pressing on her heart, making it hard to breathe.

The classroom was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone's eyes were focused on this tense moment. Even Teacher Zhang seemed a little at a loss.

After all, the principal had been very polite to Luo Xiangming just now, and the Mu family behind Mu Yitong also held an important position. Both sides were people she could not easily offend.

"Mr. Luo, look at this..." Teacher Zhang's voice was filled with hesitation and helplessness. He turned his gaze to Luo Xiangming, expecting him to come up with a solution.

Luo Xiangming frowned slightly and thought to himself.

He naturally recognized that the person who dared to oppose was a child from the Mu family, and was a little surprised at Mu Yitong's courage.

However, as a father, he is more inclined to protect his daughter.

Mu Yitong was sensitive to Luo Xiangming's dilemma, but in order to protect her deskmate, she finally turned her gaze slowly to Luo Ning'er, with deep reluctance in her eyes.

Luo Ning'er felt Mu Yitong's complicated gaze, and she suddenly felt like a scumbag who "abandoned his wife and children".

Although I am very conflicted inside and every choice feels like giving up something I love, I still have to face reality and make that difficult decision in the end.

"Uh... Mu Yitong, my sister just arrived here and is not familiar with the surrounding environment. If possible, can you..." Luo Ning'er's voice became lower and lower, almost inaudible.

Because she knew in her heart that what she was going to say next would probably hurt Mu Yitong's feelings, but for the moment, she really couldn't think of a more appropriate solution.

Just when Luo Ning'er was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do, a clear and pleasant voice came like timely rain, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere.

"No need to be so troublesome, I can just sit in the back." Jiang Li's tone was calm and steady, with a reassuring power.

Her eyes swept back and forth between Mu Yitong and Luo Ning'er, as if she had already seen through their innermost thoughts.

Hearing Jiang Li's words, Mu Yitong's eyes suddenly lit up.

The gloom on her face disappeared, replaced by uncontrollable excitement and excitement.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the classroom finally eased and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Teacher Zhang quickly took the opportunity to arrange for Jiang Li to sit in an empty seat in the back row of the classroom, and the storm was thus cleverly resolved.

"The seat issue is now settled," Teacher Zhang reaffirmed in her gentle yet powerful voice. "Jiang Li can pick up her books in Room 201 of the Office Building later. Remember not to go to the wrong place."

Song Yun heard what Teacher Zhang said and turned to look at Luo Jinghao and said softly, "Jinghao, go get your sister's textbooks. Remember to be careful and don't mess them up."

Luo Jinghao naturally had no objection to his mother's instructions. He quickly stood up and strode towards the office building.

Teacher Zhang invited Luo Xiangming and his family into the office, enthusiastically poured them a cup of tea, and started a pleasant conversation.

Teacher Zhang smiled and asked, "The seats and textbooks have been arranged. Does Mr. Luo have any further instructions? If there are any adjustments that need to be made, please let me know."

Luo Xiangming waved his hand gently, smiling and speaking politely, "No, that's all. Teacher Zhang, I'll have to trouble you to take care of my two daughters in the future. Thank you for your continued concern."

"Mr. Luo, you are so polite. This is what I should do." Teacher Zhang responded quickly, her face filled with a sincere smile, as brilliant and dazzling as a blooming flower.

While the two were chatting, Luo Jinghao had already moved all the textbooks back in a sweat.

He borrowed a small cart and barely managed to carry the "mountain" of textbooks back to the classroom.

At this moment, he was standing at the door, looking at the people in the room breathlessly, the sweat on his forehead flowing down his cheeks and soaking his collar.

"Have you got all the textbooks? Xiao Li, please put them all away and put them in places you are familiar with." Song Yun's voice was gentle and powerful.

Jiang Li nodded and pushed the cart slowly to his seat.

She took the heavy textbooks off the cart and placed them on the desk one by one, each one neatly placed.

"Since everything has been arranged, let's go. Xiaoli, Anan, mom will pick you up from school this afternoon." Song Yun looked at the children with love in her eyes.

She patted Jiang Li's shoulder gently, then turned and smiled at Luo Ning'er and Luo An'an, her tone full of tenderness and expectation.

Luo Ning'er frowned slightly when she heard this. She didn't want her mother to be too tired.

"Mom, if you're busy, you don't have to come all the way here. You can just have a driver."

Song Yun shook her head and said firmly, "That won't work. This is the first time you're both leaving school together, so of course Mom has to pick you up. Okay, it's settled. We're leaving now. You guys should study hard and remember to listen carefully."

After saying that, she gently rubbed Luo Ning'er's hair, her eyes full of doting.

After Luo Xiangming and the others left, the classroom gradually returned to calm. The students returned to their seats one after another. Some lowered their heads to organize their schoolbags, while others whispered to their classmates, sharing interesting stories from the holidays.

Teacher Zhang stood at the podium, her eyes gentle yet firm as she surveyed the class. Her voice was clear and powerful: "Well, students, a new semester, a new atmosphere, means a fresh start, but also new challenges. You are all in your third year of high school, with only one year left before the college entrance examination. I hope you will cherish every minute and every second, give your all, and strive for your dreams. I believe that as long as you work hard, you will achieve excellent results and pave a bright path for your future."

Then, Teacher Zhang changed the subject and turned to holiday homework: "Okay, everyone, next, please hand in your holiday homework. I hope no one will say that their homework is lost or something like that. I have already emphasized this to everyone before the holiday."

As Teacher Zhang finished speaking, a wailing sound suddenly rang out in the classroom.

Some students seemed to want to struggle a little longer, however, facing Teacher Zhang's unquestionable gaze, they finally handed in their homework obediently.

"Quiet!" Teacher Zhang patted the podium gently, signaling for silence. "We'll be conducting a start-of-term test shortly. The content will consist of questions from your holiday homework. The purpose of this test is mainly to see if everyone has completed their homework carefully. It will also help everyone review what they learned during the holiday. I hope everyone will take it seriously and demonstrate their true level."

As soon as Teacher Zhang finished speaking, the wailing from below became louder.