Class 21 was situated at the corner of level 6, so it did not enjoy a lot of sunlight.
The bell had rung long ago, yet nobody was studying inside the classroom. Everyone was doing their own thing. A male student in the last row was holding his phone as he shouted, "What the hell are you doing, Yu Fei!? Even a chicken can control the hero better by scattering rice on the keyboard!
"Is your mother playing on the team? Then why don't you push forward?!
"Can you please stop taking naps in the valley and try to be of some help?"
Fu Zhi stopped. When Ma Mingquan realized it, he let out a chuckle as he caressed the thermos bottle in his hand. "This is just his hometown dialect. Don't fret, none of them means any harm!"
Fu Zhi did not know what to say.
