The Class 1 students walked out of the classroom one after another and then lined up in two rows as Alex instructed.
"Ms. Ferne, you have to understand, I'm really not suited to be a monitor," Alex implored.
All he wanted to do was cultivate his magic and improve his level. He had no time or energy to become a class monitor who took care of trivial matters.
Alex had zero interest in the position.
Ferne seemed to sense his thoughts. "All right, we'll talk about this tomorrow. Go ahead and help them line up," she said.
Alex shook his head in vain. Helpless, he started to regulate the lines.
He looked at his classmates and instructed, "The shorter ones at the front, the taller ones stand at the back. You two should switch."
Still in awe of his power, the students were scrambling to li
