The teacher knocked on the podium twice, and the laughter stopped.
Jiang Xuyan stood up with a long face and walked to the blackboard under the teacher's signal.
"As expected of a real teacher." Tang Zinian was still complaining. "It's so oppressive. It reminds me of the form teacher who was staring at me outside the window during self-study class…"
"Tang Zinian, you still dare to chat in class? Come up and do the questions too!"
Tang Zinian: . . .
The two of them stood on the left and right, holding chalk in their hands.
After seeing the question, the two of them looked at each other and tacitly chose to smash it.
The teacher took a few test papers from the staff. Seeing that they had not started writing, he pointed to the back of the classroom and said,
"You guys go to the back and stand in class."
"I've already marked the papers for yesterday's exam. Those whose names are called, come up and get them."
