The crisp sound of "crack" still echoed in everyone's ears.
The chalk in Professor Qian's hand snapped with a "crack" as he squeezed it.
He slowly turned around.
His wrinkled face looked like a stone frozen for a thousand years.
Hundreds of eyes converged at the back of the classroom.
Sympathy.
Schadenfreude.
Observing the spectacle.
Professor Qian's finger rose.
Across dozens of meters, it pointed precisely at Lin Wan Yi.
"Get out!"
Two words, devoid of any warmth.
"Immediately!"
Another two words, carrying an undeniable command.
The hearts of the entire class were in their throats.
No one ever dared to mess around in Mr. Qian's class.
Now it was all over.
This impossibly beautiful woman was about to be thrown out in front of the whole school.
Lin Wan Yi stood up.
She prepared to push the stroller.
But at that moment, her movement halted.
Inside the stroller.
Gu An did not cry.
His face, a miniature version of Gu Yanshen, was tightly drawn.
