Infuriating Liang Hua

"Oh," Lin Feng replied indifferently.

The chubby boy scratched his head, utterly perplexed. 

Feng-ge's reaction didn't seem quite right. Shouldn't he be shocked or at least let out a scream upon hearing that the old witch was no longer teaching them?

Three seconds later, Lin Feng snapped back to reality. 

He put down his pen and, with a few swift movements, darted in front of the chubby boy, grabbing him by the collar. "Who did you say? Liang Hua, that old witch? Is she really not teaching us anymore?"

Three consecutive questions. 

If it were true, Lin Feng felt like he could run around the track thirty times in celebration.

The other students in Class Four heard the news too, and their faces lit up with joy. 

They had been dreaming of Liang Hua leaving Class Four; dealing with her had been unbearable.

The chubby boy was finally pleased; this was the reaction he had been hoping for. He cleared his throat, ready to respond.