Song Xingyu coughed, "We may bicker and cause a fuss normally, but during class, can't we keep it down? Those who want to sleep, sleep; those who want to watch videos, put in your earphones. That's fine, isn't it?"
"Bro Xing, what's this about? You've changed your ways?" someone teased.
"We're in our senior year, don't you get it?" Song Xingyu emphasized.
"But anyway, we can't get into any good colleges, so what does it matter whether we're seniors or not?"
Everyone in this class had extremely poor grades, and the reason they could even attend First High was largely because their families either had connections or money; they'd just pay to go to college abroad and add a layer of gold.
Song Xingyu banged the desk hard: "I don't care, when I say no, I mean no."
And everyone actually quieted down.
No one ever dared to ignore Song Xingyu's words.
As he walked past Si Qing, Si Qing said softly, "Thanks."
Song Xingyu ignored him.
Si Qing handed out the test papers to everyone.
