"Creak..."
The tightly closed classroom door was gently pushed open.
"Su Qingqiu..." The stick figure behind the door had just started advertising loudly, but then its voice suddenly stopped.
It was as if a walnut had been shoved into its throat.
He was chuckling and couldn't speak.
But its warning had already had the desired effect.
In classroom 601E, the atmosphere that had been nearly boiling subsided with that shout, as if a boiling pot had been splashed with a bucket of cold water. The surface was calm, but beneath it was bubbling with heat.
All the students were staring intently at the two unfamiliar figures that had just entered the room.
The witch in the front was wearing a red robe, black high heels, and a pair of large glasses on her face. Her appearance was somewhat blurry and easy to forget, belonging to that kind of unnoticeable series.
