Chu Qing's heart ached for the table. In such a short span of time, it had been slammed multiple times. If he were in the homeroom teacher's position, Chu Qing could easily find faults with the table as well.
And you, Mr. Table. It's fine if you don't work hard as a table, but you actually let him sleep on you. Is this what you should do?
Chu Qing imitated the form teacher's tone and thought to himself.
A smile appeared on his face. It was hilarious. In any case, if a person didn't like you, you would be wrong no matter what you did. If you wanted to accuse someone, you could always find a reason.
"You still have the cheek to smile?" The form teacher exploded again when she saw Chu Qing's expression.
Fine. Since I can't afford to offend her, I'll walk away.