Teacher Mao's face paled, and she frowned and said, "Si Raojing, don't use foul language in front of the substitute teacher."
Si Raojing snapped his phone shut, annoyed at having his little video interrupted, clicked his tongue at Teacher Mao's face, "Why are you, just a teacher, bothering with so much? What's wrong with me loving to swear?"
Teacher Mao pursed her lips and fell silent.
Si Raojing's status in class sixteen was particularly special. Previously, Shen Luoluo used to stand up to him. Now that Shen Luoluo wasn't around, even the school leaders couldn't manage him, let alone the small homeroom teacher.
An unknown object suddenly shot towards Si Raojing's face with a "whoosh."
Si Raojing's brows furrowed, a chill flashed in his eyes, and he sharply turned his head to dodge it.
His reaction was fast, but not as fast as that object.
Si Raojing only felt a stinging pain on his cheek, he reached up to touch, his fingertips were instantly stained with red.
