"Yeah, why is that?" some classmates wondered aloud. Normally, unless assigned by a teacher, everyone would choose a good seat. This student seemed quiet and gentle, perhaps a good student, and if indeed a good student, they would definitely choose a good seat.
Zhang Yuying, driven to desperation, simply had tears in her eyes, seemingly on the verge of crying. She looked so wronged that it was heartbreaking.
"Xiao Yao, you're too unsympathetic to the new student!" Chen Qiming shouted loudly.
"Well, Teacher Chen, since you care about her so much, why don't you arrange a good seat for her?" After saying this, Xiao Yao lowered her head back to her book, with an air of detachment.
