Zhao Jia cried all afternoon and her eyes were a little swollen.
At this moment, she whispered to Qin Churou, "Churou, there will definitely be a spot for you this time."
Zhao Jia's situation in school was terrible. What she needed to do now was to hug Qin Churou's thigh.
When Qin Churou heard Zhao Jia's words, her heart relaxed a lot.
She still said humbly, "There are many people who are good at math in our class."
"Their math is not as good as yours. Churou, don't be humble."
Their voices were very soft, but a needle could be heard on the floor in the classroom. On the podium, Liang Hua could hear them talking.
Liang Hua's gloomy gaze suddenly fell on Qin Churou and Zhao Jia.
She didn't give Qin Churou and Zhao Jia any face and directly shouted, "Qin Churou, Zhao Jia, if you continue to talk, then get out!"
All the students, except for Su Yixiu, raised their heads and looked at Qin Churou and Zhao Jia in unison.
