Countless eyes went to Gu Mang and no one talked.
The person in question listened to Xi Yan's lecture nonchalantly and looked sufficiently studious.
Her pale and beautiful hand propped up her chin. She had a languid, indifferent aura about her. Her eyes were on the blackboard.
Xi Yan was extremely satisfied.
During the last few minutes of class, Xi Yan wondered why the students were so calm. Normally, they would be in a ruckus by now.
The bell rang, but none of the usual troublemaker erupted, for everyone was still looking at Gu Mang.
Xi Yan sighed over Gu Mang's popularity, dismissed the class, and walked out with her teaching materials.
A crowd of people gathered before the windows of Class Twenty, babbling excitedly.
There were many people passing by the class now.
Gu Mang held her phone in her hand, replying to a message.
Lin Shuang had accepted a mission and she needed Gu Mang's help tonight.
