Shuyao had already prepared to argue with him, but that bastard today totally changed his tactics, feigning deafness and muteness. He diverted the topic and left before she could finish speaking.
Returning to the classroom, the chemistry class was already two-thirds of the way through.
Standing at the door, Shuyao called out to report, breaking the quiet and solemn atmosphere of the class.
Tang Xing, who was at the blackboard demonstrating problem-solving steps, hurriedly looked over at her, her eyes instantly brimming with tears of excitement.
Uh.
Was her desk-mate picked to solve the problem?
The chemistry teacher, hearing the voice, slightly turned his head; his glasses on the bridge of his nose were somewhat reflective, and when he wasn't speaking, he looked particularly stern.
He signaled Shuyao to enter the room with a bland expression, and then continued to focus on the blackboard.
The process was incredibly agonizing.