At six-thirty in the evening.
The number of viewers in Ye Lingchen's live stream had exceeded 200,000, and each one of them waited in anticipation.
By then, a barrage of people were already in the live stream.
[You may not believe it, but my mother forced me to come to watch it.]
[Oh, you might not believe it, but my parents are sitting next to me and waiting with me.]
[Hehe, next time there'll be additional daily homework. I feel bitter!]
At the same time, the offices in a certain school's history department were still lit.
Old Zhao has just finished his class and was about to go back, but he glanced across and could not help but feel stunned. "Yo, Teacher Wang, Teacher Li, and Teacher Chen, why haven't any of you left yet? What's up? Are you going to spend the whole night putting together a history exam?"
