The moment Han Jingyu ran to the teachers' office on the other side, his brain was completely blank and he mechanically pushed the door open.
In a corner of the room, he saw a boy wearing only a red sports vest. The moment he saw it, his brain was buzzing and his blood surged to his head.
This guy had been his classmate for more than two years, but he still didn't remember his name.
At this moment, however, this name penetrated deep into his blood and bones. Feng Biao, how dare you?!
He rushed forward and was about to beat this guy up only to find that he was actually doing squats with his head in his arms and counting timidly.
It was very cold. Even if he was doing squats, he must still be cold.
Sheng Yang finally finished her tests and put down her pen only to discover that there was one more person in the office. "Why are you here?"
"Are you okay?" Han Jingyu asked nervously as he panted.
"No."
