Tang Ming was dumbfounded—did the fatso really have a thing for this stuff?
But he had to admit, the comic book was well made, and the artwork was quite impressive. Just as he was getting engrossed, the fatso clapped the history book shut.
"Don't close it, I was just getting into it."
Tang Ming had barely finished speaking when he realized something was off! Standing in front of the fatso was an old man, glaring furiously at both of them.
"Reading history during my chemistry class, you must really like arts subjects. Why don't you just transfer to the liberal arts class if you like it so much?"
The fatso was scared to death, quickly stuffing the book into the drawer and hanging his head low as the old man scolded them.
Tang Ming didn't dare to talk back either. Getting caught red-handed would be utterly embarrassing.
"And you, the new guy, you like history too? Why don't you join the liberal arts class as well?"
The old man glared at Tang Ming.
