Yu Xuexian and Doctor Jiang froze for a moment. They're not like those robots, okay? Facing the students' gaze, their hearts softened a bit.
As a doctor, Teacher Fu's gaze was terrifying, with a heart as cold as a machine. Xie Wanying sighed inwardly once again, having bolted in front of her classmates earlier. Now, no matter what she says, she can't defend herself.
She didn't faint because of blood donation; she fainted following Student Pan's "Are you okay?" The problem is she really can't explain it. Next time she faces this situation, she needs to run or quickly stop the other person from speaking.
"Okay, okay, say less," Chang Jiawei advised the robot-like old classmate to soften his words, "Can't you see she's in a bad mood? She's not feeling well physically right now. Besides, you can't talk to girls like that."
This playboy couldn't speak a sentence without mentioning women.
The others wanted to roll their eyes at him.
