Her piercing gaze—like that of a devil who had descended—caused the pudgy child to cowardly shrink back. When he looked back again, the little girl was expressionless and without a trace of her frightening aura.
For some reason, the pudgy child had a dawning feeling that when the little girl quietly sat in the back row of the classroom, she looked like she did not belong to this world, unbelievably ephemeral.
He rubbed his eyes and furiously turned his head. When he looked up and saw Master Jiang's livid face, he grew silent.
The teacher slowly became engrossed in his poems and literature, his mood turning pleasant. The students below him were fairly peaceful and recited the poems and essays with the teacher, their heads swaying along.
However, this peaceful atmosphere did not last more than three minutes.
A faint sneer turned up on Qiao Mu's lips as she inwardly counted down: "Five… four… three… two… one!"
