The entire Class 36 of the third year was going wild.
Shang Xing didn't care that the teacher was still speaking; he ran straight to Si Raojing's desk, wanting to shake Si Raojing's shoulders, but knowing his temper, he stopped himself and instead patted his desk.
"Brother Jing, you're amazing!! I never thought the most hidden talent in our class would be you!"
Chi Lele pulled out the last box of instant noodles from his drawer and placed it on Si Raojing's desk, "Brother Jing has really brought honor to Class 16. Let's see who dares to call our class trash anymore."
"Class 16 has never been trash."
A calm, low voice sounded in the noisy classroom.
Shang Xing and Chi Lele were taken aback.
They turned their heads and saw a girl standing at the doorway of Class 16.
Since they entered the school, all they heard was how bad Class 16 was, making them unconsciously believe they were not good enough.
Despite their composed appearance, deep down, they longed to be acknowledged.
