The afternoon classes went smoothly; he didn't feel that sudden drowsiness, and there were far less of Shen Xue's penetrating glances. Only occasionally the figure of the homeroom teacher would drift past the window, those gloomy eyes seemingly nailed on him.
Although the bullet comments all joked that this was the malice of a "father-in-law," Su Ming'an didn't find it funny at all.
He found the jokes in bullet comments at odd times quite disagreeable.
"Ding ding ding ding——"
The grating sound of the bell rang out, and instantly the previously tense students burst out like dumplings being boiled—some packed up their bags while others remained on their chairs, chatting and gossiping; the classroom was noisy. Shen Yue was still the first to go up and copy down the homework requirements for the evening.
…And just then, the homeroom teacher with a gloomy face walked in.
