What on earth is running through the mind of the one sitting in front of me every single day?
He lifted his hand, massaged the dull throbbing ache in his temples, and turned his head to the side.
The young girl was sitting upright, her gaze straight forward, even flipping over her test paper, playing a convincing act of focus.
Jiang Su almost laughed.
He watched her for a moment, then suddenly stood up, pocketed the hand clutching the note, picked up his answer card and draft paper on the table with his other hand, and walked towards the lectern.
After handing in his paper and leaving the classroom, Jiang Su went to the restroom. He casually tossed the draft paper into the trash bin and took the hand hiding the note out from his pocket.
Unfolding the note, he chuckled softly at the words written on it. He then stuffed the note back in his pocket as he untangled his earphone wires, heading downstairs.
