"..." Ziqian obediently closed his mouth.
The teacher asked again, "Ziqian, what is your father's phone number?"
"..."
The teacher wiped his nosebleed again. "Ziqian, did you hear me speaking?"
Ziqian tightly closed his mouth and nodded vigorously.
"Speak."
Ziqian spoke in a very soft voice, "Teacher, wasn't it you who told me not to speak? I was just following your instructions."
"Now I'm allowing you to speak," the teacher said, exhausted and defeated.
"My dad's phone number is 13*****8888!"
Upon seeing this impressive number, the teacher couldn't help but admire it for a few minutes.
He knew the parents of the kids in his class were no ordinary people; even a random phone number appears grand.
The teacher dialed the number, and after a long wait, someone answered, "Hello, who is this?"
The person on the line asked very politely.