"Wuwu..." Zhu Bufan covered his nose, not daring to let go. The blood was gushing out like a flood, and if I lifted my hands and let the whole class see, how would I ever be able to show my face around here again? Might as well find a block of tofu and smash myself to death with it.
"Huh? What do you mean?!" Zhu Bingshan's pretty face suddenly turned icy cold.
"Reporting to the teacher, he's my study buddy. My illness just got better, and I need someone to take care of me, so..." Zhan Feiyu hurriedly spoke up to defend Zhu Bufan, after all, this kid was one of her own. Even if he's not the most upright, she still had to help him out, right?
"Oh," Zhu Bingshan nodded and then her tone changed abruptly as she asked coldly, "Is this man a mute? Why doesn't he speak for himself?"
