An Xiaxia cast a stern, silent glance at him.
The teenager was in his black uniform with his tie hanging loose around his neck, revealing his pretty collarbones and sun-tanned skin. Despite his nice facial features, there was a violent air about him, and his unruliness came off as rather intimidating.
A dead silence had fallen over the classroom, so much so that An Xiaxia felt it was unnatural. Looking around, she saw that everyone was sitting quietly in their seats and seemed almost too afraid to breathe. They all kept their heads lowered. A few girls were shaking like autumn leaves in the wind.
It was as if everyone was afraid of this teenage boy and running away from him like fleeing from a flood or savage beasts.
Holding her pencil case, An Xiaxia walked toward her seat timidly.
It just so happened that her exam seat was right on the left side of the boy.
