"Damn it, why won't Old Jian let me change seats, damn it! Why!"
In the hallway, Wang Ze punched the hollow metal handrail, making a buzzing sound, his voice filled with resentment:
"I clearly have a legitimate reason, why won't they let me change! Why—"
"What legitimate reason did you give?"
Zhou Baowei, who was also leaning against the hallway railing (still hasn't collapsed yet), turned his head upon hearing this and asked with questioning eyes.
Wang Ze: "Whenever the teacher notices I'm sleeping in class, they slam my desk hard because I'm close by, and it makes my head buzz, like a concussion."
Zhou Baowei: "(;☉_☉)?"
"What kind of concussion excuse is that! Rejecting you is the right decision, isn't it!"
Zhou Baowei slapped the railing and laughed, calling him out loudly.
But Wang Ze didn't feel the same way, he was downcast:
