Considering the speaker was Ya Tianxing, Mo Shangjun forcibly suppressed the impulse to climb out the window.
Unable to bear the itch to use her impressive skills, sitting here sleeping felt like her bones were fusing together. Mo Shangjun couldn't restrain the restless feeling in her bones, so she placed both hands on two desks, executed a backflip directly over Ding Jing's head, avoiding all obstacles, and lightly landed in the aisle.
Ding Jing: "..."
Can't she go outside to perform acrobatics? It's affecting my rote memorization!
Ding Jing shot Mo Shangjun a cold glare.
However, Mo Shangjun didn't care. Amid many gazes, she walked out from the front door.
As soon as she stepped out, she collided with the approaching Ya Tianxing.
She stopped in time to prevent running into the chief instructor, which could jeopardize her upcoming rest time.
Ya Tianxing sized her up.
