Wildflower

After the lesson, Ms Xia said that in the next lesson, we would be liquidizing the ore to make the pill. I was especially keen about that process and I couldn't wait to experience it in person what had only been experienced in words.

Mr Chen strode into class with his usual deadbeat and unenthusiastic morning attitude with mismatched socks, since the man exhausted the class to no end with his plant theories last Monday, the class was brazen enough to laugh at him that morning for his mismatched socks.

I didn't think it was the end of the world, but I won't lie—this guy called Petrarch the King (he calls himself that) made a really amusing comment on it, enough to make me chuckle internally but not laugh outwardly.

Due to that incident, everyone in the class, including me and a few others who didn't laugh at him, got stuck in after-school study for two hours.