Chapter 2: They are in class_2

Qiluo finally settled down after getting her answer, and Gongsun Ce was about to pretend to listen to the class—

Poke, poke, poke.

The girl sitting beside him poked his arm with the tip of her finger.

Don't push your luck, woman!

For a moment, Gongsun Ce nearly bellowed out the kind of rude line that brawny characters from the last century would say.

Oh God, can't this kid keep quiet for a while? We're in class. Look at the classmate in front—they are flirting with their girlfriend ever so politely... Ah, skip that; look at the row even further in front: they're on their phone, but still much more polite...

Gongsun Ce felt an unusual sense of defeat.

Isn't there a single person who could serve as a positive role model to educate Qiluo? Damn it, are all the students in the last rows by the edge of the classroom slackers like him?

He turned his head, and wrote on the paper with his white matter: "What's up?"