"What class are you in?"
The one being questioned, An Ning, looked left and right before pointing a finger at herself and asking matter-of-factly, "Me?"
"Not your ma! I'm asking you, what class are you in?"
His single sentence nearly made everyone in the otherwise serious room break out laughing.
"Director, this is my sister. She doesn't go to school."
After An Guoping spoke, he felt the director shoot him a glare. He flinched and lowered his head.
Finally, at the principal's urging, the director got a handle on the situation.
"A bunch of little bastards, causing nothing but trouble."
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
The director slapped each of the five boys on the head, not missing a single one.
"An Guoping's sister, what is your name?"
The rather refined principal finally turned his gaze to An Ning.
"I'm An Ning."
