"Yes!" The boy could not hide his joy and continued to type a series of praises for Liu Xin on the screen. Suddenly, he felt that the sunlight on his left was blocked. He looked up in surprise and saw the form teacher staring at him coldly.
He shivered and hurriedly stuffed his phone under his textbook, opening the notes on the table.
But it was obvious that he was too late.
The form teacher extended her palm to him expressionlessly. "Give it to me."
The boy swallowed nervously and begged with a bitter expression, "Teacher, please give me this chance. I had an emergency at home just now. I really didn't mean to fiddle with my phone!"
"Give it to me." The teacher narrowed his eyes and repeated with a serious expression.
The boy did not dare to disobey the teacher and could only take out his phone with a plaintive expression and place it in the teacher's hand.
