The students in class all turned their heads for a glance.
Centered around Lu Mian, the flamboyant and brash aura she emitted continued to radiate outward.
Zhang Yanyan, sitting closest to her, shivered. Not knowing whether to sit or stand, he turned his head to meet her mischievous and dangerous gaze, swallowing hard.
Just now when the teacher had called on him, had it not been for Lu Mian's reminder about which formula to apply, he might still be the subject of ridicule.
He found it amazing that his deskmate, who seemingly hadn't been paying attention to the lesson, was still able to answer the teacher's question and had casually mastered the subject matter.
Was this how she achieved such excellent grades?
However, her blocking his way and not letting him sit down was somewhat embarrassing for the time being.
"Lu, Lu Mian?" Zhang Yanyan asked in a soft voice, slightly bending forward.
