"Ah, haven't you corrected your test paper at all?"
"What's the point of attending class like this? If you're tired, go home and sleep!"
Yang Qiming was severely scolded by the physics teacher and sent to the back of the classroom to stand and listen, feeling utterly dejected.
Sun Zhicheng was winning big and got the MVP.
On the other side.
Jiang Nian was listening to the lecture when a familiar mechanical synthesized voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
Ding!
[At thirty-eight, your hairline is in a precarious state. How can a middle-aged perfect man allow himself to go bald?]
In class, Jiang Nian held his head and looked at the panel. Even with just a spectator's mindset, he couldn't help but feel a bit tense.
What's up with the hairline, just messing around, huh?
He touched his lush hair and felt indifferent. With such a body, he wouldn't possibly go bald even at forty.
