The class, which had always had a relatively relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, changed completely after Mei Hongyu left his calligraphy on the blackboard.
There were four classes in the afternoon, but ever since the first open class ended, the classroom had been shrouded in a grim silence for the entire afternoon.
Whenever Fan Lihua went to erase the blackboard after class, she didn't dare wipe away the poem on the far right.
Of course. Who would dare?
Forget Yang Chunxi; even the God of the Martial Arts Arena, Si Huan Nian, probably wouldn't dare erase it!
Yang Chunxi saw the students' behavior and grew anxious. This couldn't continue. The pressure from Principal Mei was just too immense. To put it nicely, it was an exercise in handling pressure. To put it bluntly, however, it was doing more harm than good.
