The two boys at the front table secretly stretched out their dirty hands to the messy long hair, holding a bottle of glue in their hands. Needless to say, Xie Yu could predict the scene in the next second. The dry, dry, yellow long hair would be stuck to the table behind her, and she would definitely grin in pain when she suddenly stood up. I don't know how many times it was, but Xie Yu heard the obscene laughter coming from the front table again. She stood up quickly, cursed "boring" and turned around to leave. She didn't know why, but compared to seeing the chaotic scene of crying, the teacher's muddy persuasion, and the boys' excuses, she was more afraid of seeing those confused but tearful eyes, which seemed to always look through the mess, looking at her vaguely, but then hid in panic after being discovered by her. This feeling made her particularly uncomfortable. Does she think she is her kind? Stop joking, you coward!