Meng Yang was cautious as he stared at Teacher Luo, fearing the worst.
Luo Hua's smile slowly receded as he stepped onto the podium.
Everyone stopped moving.
They all gazed at the middle-aged man, unsure of what to do.
They expected him to scold them or to at least, accuse them of doing something so nefarious that they should be kicked out.
What they didn't expect was for him to bow his head without any hesitation.
Even Yao Tang put down her pen in surprise.
Lin Xin's jaw dropped.
On the other side of the classroom, Meng Yang pinched his thigh, only to have mistaken someone else's thigh for his. The student beside him jumped up and shot him a glare.
The language teacher took one look at the sight and left the classroom.
The next class was Chinese language.
However, perhaps, they needed more time for themselves for a while.
