"Teacher, I'm can't do it. Please, don't make me call my parents here again. I really have been studying hard."
"Silly child, it's not about studying now. You know what I mean."
Fu Jiu stopped, and there was only darkness left in her eyes.
She couldn't make a direct appearance, so with a kick of her skateboard—
It slammed heavily into the door!
"Who?! Who's there?" A middle-aged man came out, as if afraid of being discovered as he looked around frantically.
Fu Jiu obviously didn't allow him to see her. She held her back straight to the war as the glimmer in her eyes turned faint.
But when the girl saw the skateboard, she raised her head suddenly and looked towards that corner of the corridor.
Is it… Fu Jiu?
