My Classmate Is 200 Million Years Old Chapter 37

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Xuan Mo very obviously became one of the twenty a.s.sistants in the school. Out of the twenty, ten of which were Year Threes, the remaining five were Year Twos and the last five were Year ones, namely Yi Hai Lan and Xuan Mo from first cla.s.s, Tang Jing Ze from second cla.s.s, Yue Lin Lang from seventh cla.s.s and Tan Lu En from thirteenth cla.s.s.

All of them were called into a cla.s.sroom. In the beginning, everyone was confused. However after they saw each other, they figured out what was happening. There was a list on every one of the tables in the cla.s.sroom. Within which was the name of their future partner. Many of the students whispered to each other, and these whispers increased in volume when they saw a student from the thirteenth cla.s.s from Year One.

Xuan Mo only gave the list a glance before placing it back down. She expanded her mental power to match everyone on the list before closing her to rest her eyes.

Yi Hai Lan sat on her left side. He looked at the paper, then back at her before lying down on the table to rest.

Tang Jing Ze had been sitting beside Yi Hai Lan in the beginning. After saying h.e.l.lo to the two, he looked at Xuan Mo. After a moment of hesitation, he stood and sat on Xuan Mo's right side. When he saw that she seemed to be napping, he didn't disturb her.

A joyous voice sounded: "Yang Jing Ze, I didn't think you'd be here."

A smiling girl walked over to him as she looked at him. She looked rather familiar. Xuan Mo remembered— that girl was the one she met in the canteen after the cross-country race during military training. She was righteous and was rather pretty, so she was quite popular.

She was probably the other Year One, Yue Lin Lang. In that case, the last one that had yet to reach was Tan Lu En from Cla.s.s Thirteen.

Someone walked in. At that, Yue Lin Lang changed; the dense youthful vibe around her suddenly dissipated and in its place was her nonchalance with the tidying of her shirt: "Look, that guy's here."

Xuan Mo was a little surprised at the amount of emotional fluctuations in the cla.s.sroom she detected when he walked in. At that, she paid particular attention to the guy…

Aye, he gave off really similar or perhaps an even more intense vibe than her brother… he was probably someone Blue Planet beings would consider a headache.

Our little alien student that did not seem to realise exactly who in this room was the real headache looked away after gazing at the guy, losing interest after a moment of scrutiny. Instead, her gaze shifted to the podium as the princ.i.p.al.

The fact that the princ.i.p.al decided to train the students personally indicated his gravity with regards to the sino-j.a.panese exchange this time. Xuan Mo had searched it up, Akino Satoshi Academy was quite the decent school in j.a.pan, and was similar to how First High ranked locally… in other words, their school was the one riding the coattail. That aside though, why did they suddenly decide on this visit exchange?

Ah Gui wasn't worried about nothing. It was indeed strange…  ♢ MY CLa.s.sMATE IS TWO HUNDRED MILLION YEARS OLD, CHAPTER 37 is hosted at ZHAN LAN TRANSLATIONS♢

"Students, I believe all of you know that there will be a group of students from Akino Satoshi Academy arriving five days later for a friendly cultural exchange visit. No matter your personal views with regards to their visit, we shall greet them with sincerity since they are making a friendly visit. All of you here today are the selected from your levels—the cream of the crop. After five days of training, you will pair up with each other and accompany our visitors as throughout the cultural exchange. There are a total of ten j.a.panese students, so the numbers fit nicely. Now, Director Yang, and I, together with Teacher Chang from the j.a.panese Cultural Research a.s.sociation in our city will be training you on some of the important must-knows that you will require."

After copiously droning on about a bunch of useless matters, and noticing the surging impatience among the majority of the students, he became grave: "I believe everyone must be bored. Allow we to conclude, history is not a reason enough to lower our ways and standards. Your manners and the way you carry yourselves are representative of our great country. If you are to become obstinately biased, dwell on certain matters stubbornly, or allow yourselves to be easily agitated over some things they may say, you are throwing not your own face, but the entire country's face! I believe every one of you are smart. No matter what situation you are placed in, think thrice before reacting."

His words instantly elevated this inter-school exchange to one of national importance. Despite so, none of them felt that he was exaggerating.

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