Yao Bingxue's body stiffened, and a smile appeared on her face. "Thank you for your advice, Mr. Cai. I will work hard."
Only then did Cai Jian nod in satisfaction. When he left the classroom, he was still holding his pinky finger. The pinky bone that had been hit by the eraser hurt so much that it felt like it had split open.
After Cai Jian left, the smile on Yao Bingxue's face gradually disappeared.
The workbooks were rather messy when they were handed in, so Yao Bingxue could only distribute them one by one. Her deskmate, He Bowen, saw that she was carrying a lot of workbooks and took the initiative to help her share the burden.
When He Bowen took the workbooks, he asked, "Bingxue, did something happen to you?"
Yao Bingxue was stunned. Frustration appeared between her eyebrows. "That's not true."
