After traveling through time, I was raised by a little brat

Tang Wenshu stood up from her desk before even sitting down and walked to the back. As she lifted her foot, she saw a foot on the ground, seemingly trying to trip her. She snorted inwardly, thinking, "I may be young, but I'm no pushover!" So, she refrained from stomping on it. After all, she was young and weak, and if she did, it might cause even more trouble. So, she decided to feign stumbling, letting out a scream of "Ah!" But instead of falling backwards like most people would, she cleverly changed direction and fell towards the classmate who had extended the foot. Using her own weight, she landed hard on her.

As Tang Wenshu fell, the student who had stretched out her leg let out a shrill scream. The incident also dragged her deskmate down with her, sending her crashing to the ground. The entire classroom erupted in chaos, with students turning to look inward, their faces a mix of surprise and curiosity. Tang Wenshu feigned innocence, looking at the others with a look of grievance, as if she had been terribly frightened.

However, Mr. Du ignored all this and calmly walked up to the podium, organizing his lesson plan. When the classroom quieted down, Mr. Du began the class. Her voice was low and powerful, as if she was completely focused on teaching and completely oblivious to what had just happened.

But she glanced at them, and that classmate and her deskmate also stood at the back with Tang Wenshu. Now there were four people standing at the back. Three women, one drama. How was this drama supposed to be performed?

I couldn't really hear what the gentleman was saying. All I could smell was a body odor masked by perfume. Song Ke'er looked at Tang Wenshu and said, "What fox? The smell is coming out."

Tang Wenshu was not the kind of kid who would allow herself to be bullied. "Whoever smells most like makeup is the one." She was referring to her two classmates. They were not willing to be outdone and started a silent quarrel with Song Ke'er.

I'll kill you with my eyes. That moment became concrete. The four of them glared at each other, attempting to overpower them with their gazes. Tang Wenshu, Song Ke'er, and the two female classmates all stared at each other, their eyes filled with hostility and defiance. It was as if countless sharp arrows were crisscrossing the air, creating a tense and intense atmosphere.

After standing like this for the entire class, Tang Wenshu's legs were numb, but he still forced himself to stand firm, not daring to move. Shortly after the second class began, Mr. Du was on the stage giving a profound explanation: "Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, the sky follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature."

Tang Wenshu was completely bewildered, completely unable to grasp the deeper meaning behind this. She wondered to herself, "Could this be a world of immortality?" The more she thought about it, the more intrigued she found it. Her thoughts gradually drifted away, and her imagination began to run wild.

Just then, there was a thud, and a sudden commotion erupted in the classroom. Tang Wenshu snapped back to his senses and looked closely. Song Ke'er had somehow dragged the student she'd been exchanging glares with down to the ground. Song Ke'er was pinning someone down, using the exact same position Tang Wenshu had used on the student. The poor student was being pinned down twice in one day. What a rotten luck!

"Drag him out!" Mr. Du said with a gloomy face and expressionless expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, two students quickly walked out of the last row of the classroom. Without saying a word, one of them grabbed the other's feet and dragged the two people lying on the ground out of the classroom. The whole process was clean and neat, even the door was closed. Then the two students returned to their seats as if nothing had happened.

Tang Wenshu was stunned and didn't even have time to react.

Wow! Mr. Du is so cool! She couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

After the door was closed, it blocked out the sight but could not completely block out the sound. The sound of fighting outside the door came into her ears from time to time. Tang Wenshu glanced at the last remaining classmate. The implicated classmate looked at her and then looked in the direction of Mr. Du. They silently decided to listen to the class carefully.

Mr. Du didn't mention what had just happened during his lecture, but continued to talk about the content in the textbook normally. Tang Wenshu also temporarily put aside his worries and focused on listening to the class.

The time spent immersed in the lecture passed quickly. The second period ended, and Mr. Du took his textbook and left. Tang Wenshu then remembered he needed to go to the restroom, so he stood up and headed out. As he reached the door, he saw two people lying on the ground, pinning each other down. Their faces bore varying degrees of scars, and their clothes were disheveled. Tang Wenshu sighed helplessly, then walked past them to the restroom.

As the melodious bell rang, the third class was over, and Song Ke'er and the classmate returned to the classroom. However, they did not return to their seats, but stood in the last row, standing with Tang Wenshu and others. Tang Wenshu once again deeply felt the prestige of Mr. Du.

This class was about teaching qin playing techniques. When Tang Wenshu heard this, the idiom "playing the lute to a cow" came to mind. As a modern person, she had never been exposed to such a refined art form, let alone playing an instrument. Moreover, even beginner classes didn't teach this! Facing the lyre before her, she didn't even dare to pluck the strings, filled with fear. What if the sound produced a harsh, unpleasant gurgling sound?

However, after Mr. Song came in, he did not feel surprised by the students standing behind him. He just frowned slightly, then emphasized the importance of practicing the piano and asked them to return to their seats.

Today, Mr. Song taught his students a performance of "Guangling San." He personally demonstrated the performance, and the impassioned, moving melody flowed like a spring into everyone's heart. Tang Wenshu couldn't help but be immersed in it, tapping her feet to the beat. However, when she began to practice playing it herself, her fingers seemed to have lost their former agility, as if they were frozen. She couldn't play it, perhaps because she didn't know how to play it. Listening to it is one thing, playing it is another.

At this moment, Mr. Song slowly walked over from a distance with a smile on his face. He said softly, "It's okay, you can choose not to play. Just listen to their performance and tell the good from the bad." His voice was low and gentle, as if giving people a sense of security.

This remark gave Tang Wenshu a heartbeat. She realized she was no longer a mere participant, but a decision-maker. As a leader, she didn't need to perform herself, but rather judge the skill of others by listening to them. This role change made her feel both excited and nervous.

Tang Wenshu knew that she was inevitably involved in the affair between herself and the Crown Prince, which meant that she would become the chess player in this game. She knew that every move she made would affect the development of the entire situation, so she had to act with caution.