In the blink of an eye, several days of school had already passed, and time moved forward slowly.
Wednesday morning, just before class ended.
Wu Xiaoqi hugged his precious basketball, looking ready for action. Teacher Ouyang on the platform commented sarcastically:
"Some students, ah, don't know what they're doing in class, but it's obvious what they do after class!"
The mocking words fell on Wu Xiaoqi, barely even tickling him.
In contrast, Gong Jin was much more sensitive.
It was as if he had a mental illness, always worrying that the figures of Zhuang Jianhui and Lin Zida would appear behind him, only for them to see his pitiful state.
Ridiculed, then the news would return to An City, known by people who were once familiar with him...
'No!'
Thinking of that consequence, he couldn't help but frequently turn his head to look towards the back door of the classroom.
Wang Yong hesitated to speak.
