Yeh Mohan heard this, and a slightly hesitant look appeared on his face. He suddenly looked down at the watch on his wrist, "Oh no, we're going to be late; class starts in ten minutes."
Ma Xiaoqiong was the most agitated; the first class in the afternoon was homeroom, taught by that bizarre female homeroom teacher who was going through menopause, with a particularly bad temper. If anyone dared to be one minute late, she'd absolutely tear you down until you felt worthless. Not only that, she'd dig deep into your flaws and amplify them endlessly. If you were a girl, she'd say you'd never get married, and if you were a boy, she'd say you'd end up picking up trash and laying bricks, instantly becoming the laughingstock of the class. She planned to get married one day, so couldn't let the homeroom teacher smear her like that.
She hurriedly grabbed her backpack and dashed outside, leaving no time to chat leisurely with the little male idol here.
