After standing for so long, everyone's clothes were all drenched. At this moment, a cold breeze blew over and they shivered. Everyone's expressions did not look good, and they even turned a little pale.
This could not continue. An Nuo's eyes were filled with worry.
However, after a while, she heard the language teacher's voice.
"Bring everyone back and continue standing in the classroom." When they heard that they could return to the classroom, everyone hurriedly ran in. After entering the classroom, it was much more comfortable. They were no longer cold, but their clothes were still wet.
At this moment, Liao Wenzhi, the Literature Committee member in the class, came in with her hair completely soaked. When she saw Nan Qiao, she couldn't take it anymore and rushed up to argue with her.
"Nan Qiao, it's all because of you. If not for you, we wouldn't be in such a miserable state!"
