"My notebook!" Xu Yunfeng shouted. Holding his notebook in both hands, he looked at the classmates around him. But the classmates around him just looked at him with cold eyes. Xu Yunfeng slowly lowered his head and put away the notebook that had become two and a half at some point. That look in my eyes again, what did I do wrong? Why are you looking at me with such cold eyes.
"Is it because I am the son of a murderer?" Xu Yunfeng thought lightly in his heart. Gritting your teeth, what does this mean? It's been 6 years, isn't this how it's always been? Xu Yunfeng comforted himself. Yes, it has been like this for 6 years.
"Hey, you guys, it's class. Why are you still sitting at the table? Sit down." The head teacher came in and called out when he saw the students sitting on the table, and then started class.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
