Anyang! Anyang! Stand up! "
The ear-splitting sound exploded in his ears, and Anyang opened his eyes suddenly with the anger of hatred, and panted violently. The severe pain in his chest seemed to still be there, and his heart was beating as if it was about to pop out of his throat.
He raised his head blankly, and what he saw was not the cold office floor, nor the computer screen at three o'clock in the morning, but the familiar blackboard, filled with dense mathematical formulas, and a familiar, angry face.
It was his high school class teacher, math teacher Wang Jianguo.
There was a burst of suppressed laughter from all around. Anyang turned his head subconsciously and saw faces that were both familiar and unfamiliar - classmates from high school. Some were secretly laughing, some were watching the fun, and some were sitting in the last row of the classroom with a sarcastic smile on their lips. It was Zhang Hao when he was young.
