The girl's eyebrows and eyes were slightly lowered, her book flipping motions were gentle, exuding a tranquil and peaceful aura.
"Class is starting."
Si Raojing slapped a stack of brand-new books onto the table with a "bang," snapping the other students back to attention from their daydreams.
Rong Zhi blinked and responded with a sound.
On the blackboard was a big problem from the math unit for Class Sixteen, which Teacher Mao had only begun explaining yesterday, and the explanation was only halfway through. The students looked at the problem like it was a mystery.
Si Raojing casually said, "Why don't you explain that one, the rest of them we don't understand anyway."
The whole class: "..."
When did this high-and-mighty Brother Jing become so soft-hearted?
Is it really because of the allure of beauty?
Rong Zhi didn't mind.
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