The lively din of morning reading echoed from the classroom as "Li Ang" walked leisurely past the corridor, hands clasped behind her back, like a leader inspecting the place.
Class five, class six, class seven... Here we are.
Miss Chai took a deep breath, stepped boldly into the classroom, found her seat, and sat down.
Wang Congshan, sitting beside her, glanced at her but said nothing, continuing to recite notes with her eyes closed and in a loud voice.
Didn't she notice anything?
Chaichai breathed a sigh of relief, a surge of confidence washing over her. She placed her backpack in front of her, unzipped it, and took out textbooks, notes, and homework.
It had to be said that although Li Ang's attitude toward his studies was rather lax—sleeping in class and playing with erasers during exams—his textbooks were still neat and clean. Furthermore, his handwriting in the notes was clear and easy to read.
