The temporary class monitor, after trying fruitlessly for some time to maintain order in the classroom, raised her voice. Instantly, everyone fell silent.
The chubby boy blushing fiercely with anger took his seat grudgingly, swallowed in anger.
He Shasha and Leng Ran, bitter rivals, had monopolized the last row of the classroom—an area initially populated by boys who loved to fool around during classes—forcing them to take seats at the front.
At that moment, Leng Ran had her arms crossed, looking at Wu Shanshan disdainfully, sneering, "What's she up to? Is she trying to entertain everyone with her embarrassment?"
He Shasha gave a cold huff and turned her head away, unwilling to engage in a conversation with her arch-nemesis.
"He Shasha, I'm talking to you!" Leng Ran hated it the most when people ignored her speech.
