Class 7 students were already accustomed to this routine, but sitting here waiting for school to end was genuinely unbearable.
When Tang Lin saw what was going on, he pretended not to notice and continued lecturing with a stern face.
With only five minutes left, some of the boys in the back row began to fidget, sitting at an angle as if they were arrows ready to shoot from a bow.
Yet Tang Lin showed no signs of ending the class. Compared to the restless students in Class 7, he was quite satisfied that his own students were still attentively listening to his lecture.
"Damn, these people have issues. They're not even enthusiastic about eating. Class 1's students are really pitiful." Huang Hao couldn't help but complain.
Three minutes to go, and the students from Class 7 were practically stomping their feet at the back.
Tang Lin's microphone couldn't even suppress the noise. He was so irritated that even his eyeglass frames began to tremble.
