"What are you all doing? Stop it."
An explosive roar ignited at the restroom entrance, the principal's distinctive bellow, making Du Xiaohui and the others instantly stiffen. Lu Siyuan, unwilling to be outdone, seized the opportunity to kick Du Xiaohui.
Everyone turned to look at the door and saw the principal in his Sun Yat-sen suit, nearly popping his eyes out with the rage swelling up into his forehead, while Chen Jie and Li Qiumei stood next to him with stern faces.
The teacher from the second-year class, Sun He, had a complexion as unsightly as a dead fish.
Shen Mianmian finally took a breath of relief when she heard the principal's voice, let go of Du Xiaohui, turned her head, and immediately petrified. She felt so embarrassed she wished she could dig a hole with her toes and bury herself in it.
He Nan and Li Yue were standing behind the principal. They were an unmistakable presence, difficult to ignore.
