Yun Yue sat down under the watchful eyes of Class Seven, tilting her chair back at a forty-five-degree angle and resting her feet on the rack under the table.
With a self-confident and flamboyant look, her smile was wickedly charming. She exuded a defiant and arrogant demeanor, the very epitome of a boss's posture.
Yet they liked it.
She was the only one who could infuriate Liu Xiaoyan to the point of itching teeth yet unable to blow up.
Her face had been downright stinky just now!
And they had clearly caught her fleeting moment of shock.
Did they really think their Class Seven had no one?
Even the ones who scored zero could get it right!
Class ended.
Liu Xiaoyan left Class Seven with a sullen face.
The students in Class Seven screamed, and the screams behind her made her face even darker.
Quite a few people gathered around Yun Yue.
Zhang Ziyue moved a chair to the aisle, Yang Xing sat at the table behind her, and even Gu Yue didn't leave, sitting in his seat.
