Xu Xiangyang stood rigidly in place, sweat continually streaming down his back, drenching his shirt and making it stick to his skin.
The surprise attack by the class president was utterly beyond his expectations, so he was momentarily frightened.
...But, did he really not notice any of it at all?
Xu Xiangyang sneaked a peek at the girl beside him, whose cheek was calm, and was surprised to find that his own emotions were actually not that shocked, but rather, it was the embarrassment of "being caught red-handed" that predominated.
The head of the grade level clearly was also taken aback. This slightly overweight middle-aged man's eyes widened as he looked at Zhu Qingyue, taking quite a while before he said.
"You two came to school just to do this?"
He touched the sparsely hairy "Mediterranean" part of his scalp, which under the sunlight streaming from the window appeared even more pronounced.
