After writing down the number 564, Li Zheng gave a satisfied tap of his pen.
His feeling, of course, was quite wonderful.
But from Tang Zhifei's perspective, there was nothing wonderful about it.
The Chinese language class was already in a sorry state.
Li Zheng, you do practice problems during Chinese class, I tolerated it.
Lin Yujing, you start dozing off early in the morning, I tolerated that too.
But what's the meaning of Jiang Qinghua and Zhang Xiaoke's actions?
Dismantling each other right in front of the class?
Let's not talk about Zhang Xiaoke for now.
Tang Zhifei was aware of Jiang Qinghua's preparations for the physics competition.
She had emphasized more than once about the impact of competitions on regular studies. Knowing Jiang Qinghua had her mind set despite this, Tang Zhifei did not say much, only offering encouragement.
Now, with things looking this way, was Zhang Xiaoke also planning to muddy the waters?
