Don't Speak, I Predicted What You Would Do

Xing Miaomiao hid the paper ball in her palm. It was the size of a pearl and would definitely attract attention if it fell to the ground.

Just as she was about to throw it when the hurried sound of high heels came from behind her, and the reflection in the thermos became bigger and bigger!

Xing Miaomiao quickly tightened her grip on the paper ball and pretended that she was writing furiously.

Teacher Yu swept past her angrily, making the students on both sides heave a sigh of relief.

Xing Miaomiao carefully looked up and saw that Luo Feng had put down his pen and was looking at the ceiling with his legs crossed.

Teacher Yu walked beside him and stopped. Even her peripheral vision emitted anger.

She did not only care about her students' grades. Teacher Yu treated children with bad grades but good character equally and even taught them more patiently.