Without a doubt.
This was a life-threatening question.
Yi Lin had a premonition that among these three options, none was the so-called correct choice.
Could this be the cause of Miss Han Han's death?
Choosing one after arrogantly analyzing the given options?
While Yi Lin was deep in thought,
Impatience had already started to show on the Whip Queen's face.
It seemed as though the whip in her hand, brimming with blazing fire elements, would lash out at Yi Lin at any moment.
"I choose—"
Suddenly, Yi Lin smiled.
Snap!
A crisp sound.
However, it wasn't the sound of the whip striking Yi Lin.
Under the terrible aura of the Whip Queen, not a soul in class 3-2 dared to make a rash move; the air was deathly still.
This crisp noise reverberated through the classroom in an instant.
"???"
What sound was that?
Everyone else was utterly baffled.
At the same time,
A strange flush appeared on the gorgeous face of the Whip Queen.
Snap.
Another crisp sound.
"Oh~ Mm~"
