If You Need To Relieve Yourself, Then Do It On The Spot

An Feiran's eyelid twitched. After transferring to this school, the thing he heard most often was this guy's achievements.

He held onto the phone number, quickly stood up, and stuttered, "Classmate Shen, are you ready to hand in your paper?" 

"No, can I go to the toilet?"

Shen Xun shoved his hands in his pockets and smirked slyly.

"Sure," a voice suddenly sounded from the window, sweet and soft. However, it felt as though a bucket of iced water had been poured onto Shen Xun.

Song Yaoyao lifted her chin and her lips curved upward. "Just go on the spot. Don't waste time. If you step out of the classroom, I'm giving you zero. Think about it."

"F*ck—"

Shen Xun was caught by surprise. As his heart raced, he glanced over. He wanted to cry, but he had no tears.

"Didn't you already leave?"

Tang Xinrou burst into laughter.