Secretly Hearbroken

March is the season when the grass grows and warblers fly. The sunlight outside the window is softly covered. The clean and bright sky blue curtains move slightly with the wind, and the white clouds in the sky are as soft as cotton.



"You dare to sleep in my class. Do you think your life is too long and impatient? If you don't want to listen to my class, just tell me. I can allow you not to listen!" The airy voice came straight through the air, which was deafening.



Luo Xiyao covered her ears uncomfortablely, raised her head and squinted at the people on the podium. Her familiar face was as fierce as before.



That's her head teacher and math teacher, nicknamed "Living Yan Wang". Every classmate in the class is particularly afraid of her.