Black Jack gave him one word, "Scram."
Soon, the bell for class rang.
Bai Jue looked at Jian Luo, who still had no reaction, and the corner of his lips quivered; he was sleeping like a dead pig.
"Black Jack, what should we do?"
Black Jack answered, "He's got grumpiness when he wakes up, dare to do it yourself if you will."
Hearing this, Bai Jue instantly clamped up.
No, he still wanted to live for a few more years.
The German teacher was a middle-aged man named Wilson, who was so serious that Bai Jue always called him an old antique.
As soon as he entered, Wilson didn't waste a second and started the class directly.
He stood on the podium, talking incessantly, while the students below listened until their heads were spinning.
Suddenly, he spotted Jian Luo who was asleep below, and his face darkened, looking even more stern, "Let's have Student Jian Luo answer this question."
Even when his name was called, Jian Luo still had no response.
