Song Yaoyao stared straight ahead. Her pleasant voice danced across the air like musical notes. She recited the several-hundred-word poem without looking at the textbook even once.
The troublemakers were speechless as they looked at Song Yaoyao in a daze.
Wang Zhongyun touched his bald head and took some time to snap back to reality. "Student, are you sure you didn't walk into the wrong class?"
Reciting a poem wasn't difficult. But it was rare for a student from Class 3-3 to recite a poem!
Song Yaoyao: "???"
She stood there innocently as she stared at Wang Zhongyun with her dark, watery eyes.
"Ahem..." Wang Zhongyun felt awkward. "Are you playing a trick on me? Are you actually from Class 3-1?"
Compared to Class 3-3, Class 3-1 was reserved for all the top students; students that the school wanted to nurture.
Song Yaoyao didn't know what to say. "Sir, I'm really in Class 3-3."
