Other than the farce at the door of class one this morning, Cheng Ling was not picked on by anyone else today.
Perhaps it was because she had taught Ding Yu a lesson two days ago, and he was well behaved today.
It was English class again.
Cheng Ling seemed to have gotten the tacit approval of Chen Fang to be exempted from attending the class.
Of course, it was not that she did not attend the class. She would check if she understood the content of the next lesson. If she did, she would do her things.
Sometimes, Chen Fang would come down to patrol. Seeing the English that Cheng Ling wrote on the paper, she would ignore her.
Cheng Ling was happy and at ease. She could learn new knowledge, at the same time also do her things.
