Nian Shutong was already a bit obsessed. After such a long course, she only knew one thing: the teaching profession was definitely not suitable for her.
After Nian Shutong finished speaking, the boy was still sleeping, even snoring.
"You're overdoing it. Your fake snoring doesn't even match your nervous breathing rhythm."
Nian Shutong knocked on the boy's desk, but he didn't lift his head, still lying there.
Nian Shutong tried knocking once on the boy's shoulder, and thankfully, no vortex appeared before her.
There was visible joy in her eyes; it seemed some actions were permissible.
"Hey, wake up."
The boy impatiently rolled his arms, and Nian Shutong, exerting the right amount of force, grabbed the boy's wrist, pulling him up vigorously, and still, no vortex appeared.
Not bad, not bad.
"What are you doing!"
The boy's temper was even greater than Nian Shutong's.
"It's nothing, the teacher is telling you to study hard, or else the consequences won't be good."
