A cold spring-like voice sounded at the back of the classroom.
It was filled with one-third coldness, one-third distance and one-quarter laziness.
The voice sent chills down many people's spines in the hot September.
The students inside and outside the class were stunned.
Some people were just like that - they either did not talk, but once they did, no one could ignore them.
Xiao Qimo was like that and so was Lu Mian.
The class monitor could not even maintain the discipline, but Lu Mian, who had not gone for many lessons, calmed the class down with one sentence.
The boys in class felt that they had a reputation to uphold, so they signalled to the students outside and threatened them to leave, after they recovered from their senses. The students outside could only leave sadly and reluctantly.
After Lu Mian said those two words, she did not even bat her eye, as she continued to read her thick romance novel seriously.
