In the afternoon, during history class.
The history teacher, Liang Xun, was in his fifties, wearing black-framed glasses. With an upright posture and old-fashioned clothes, he looked like a living antique. Yet in certain ways, he often made startling remarks and loved to argue with the world.
While he was lecturing, Ma Shicheng was playing a game behind a mountain of books on his desk. Standing on the podium, Liang Xun saw it all crystal clear. He had been watching Ma Shicheng for a long time and glanced in that direction several times.
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