He shouted, "Damn, damn!"
Who the hell is so brainless.
Beside him, Duan Shigang was startled, "What's up, Chi?"
Tang Jing and Meng Ziyun covered their mouths and laughed, having witnessed Zhang Chi's comical action just now.
...
The new class monitor, Xin Youling, cleared her throat as a warning.
In a fit of anger, Zhang Chi tore the flyer into pieces and flung them into the air, like falling snowflakes, landing on Duan Shigang's head.
Chen Siyu lay on the desk, too tired to sleep, unwilling to do exercises, and afraid of having her phone confiscated. She felt her life was wasting away.
"Oh god, there's still another class before school ends!" Chen Siyu said weakly.
She turned her head to look at her deskmate, Geng Lu, who was sitting up straight, holding a pencil, drawing on an A4 paper.
Chen Siyu noticed that since the evening self-study started, Geng Lu was either drawing or sharpening pencils, seemingly never tired.
