The noise in the classroom grew louder and louder.
The teacher from the neighboring class could not help but come over to take a look at the situation.
He even reminded Song Qingyou tactfully, "The children in our class are drawing. They say it's a little noisy here…"
"I'm sorry. I'll make them quiet down as soon as possible."
Song Qingyou was a little embarrassed.
After closing the door, she returned to find that some of the children had left their seats.
The child closest to her was still comparing the size of the watermelon he had eaten…
Song Qingyou wanted to be angry, but she couldn't beat up such a small child who wasn't her own, could she?
While she was troubled, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"Children, quiet down!"
Song Qingyou's voice suddenly became sharp, and her tone was a little sinister.
The group of children stopped talking almost instantly.
