Got it?
Xu Fan wanted to say he didn't understand.
But before he could put on a silly grin, allowing Xiao Lan to re-explain it to him in that manner, Xiao Lan slipped back to her own room like a rabbit.
...
The next day, after having taken two days off, Xu Fan, unable to withstand Zhou Keren's coercion, had no choice but to go to school.
The class hadn't started yet when Chen Dongdong was animatedly talking about the recent basketball college league, in which Zijing Middle School's team advanced to the finals again.
His expressions were so vivid, it was as if he had been on the court himself.
Although this guy's bragging was annoying, Xu Fan had missed the previous matches, so listening now was somewhat interesting.
It wasn't until the bell rang that the group dispersed.
This class was Chinese, and currently a sixty-year-old professor stood at the lectern, reading from the textbook the ancient poems which made everyone beneath him doze off.
