Jiang Lingzhi returned to her seat and prepared to clean up the trash on the table.
Zhuo Yiru was completely enraged. He walked to her table in a few steps and poked her shoulder with his finger."Are you sick?"
Jiang Lingzhi frowned." Are you sick just like that?""
She looked down at the mess on the table."I haven't asked you to take away your trash yet."
Jiang Lingzhi picked up the math book that was mixed with cream and tissue and threw it into her arms.""Please throw away the trash you created."
"Pa!"
The cream stained Zhuo Yiru's body and rolled to the ground.
Zhuo Yiru was stunned.
She looked down at the cream on her chest.
Everyone was silent.
Outside the back door of the classroom, a few boys were shouting,"What are you guys doing? I waited for half a day, but no one came."
It was the boys from the class next door.
