I can't be seen, I can't be seen, I can't be seen...
Colin lowered his gaze and kept his eyes on the back of a female classmate's head, endlessly chanting in his mind.
Although he had anticipated this segment, he couldn't help feeling a bit nervous when it arrived.
"Very few students! Knowing what class it is and yet not even taking out your textbooks, it seems you are quite confident about the upcoming lesson, well then, very good..."
The female teacher, holding a long ruler and clutching a plastic protractor, surveyed the room with a sharp gaze and began to speak in a cold tone:
"First row, table seven, the student on the right, please stand up and answer the teacher's question."
Could it really not be me?
Colin felt a tingling sensation on his scalp when he heard the teacher mention "very few students," recalling the fear once dominated by teachers.
