Friday morning self-study.
In the back row of Class 8, among the four connected seats, one was vacant.
Only three heroes remained.
Dan Kaiquan, reciting classical Chinese in the front row, turned around from time to time with a pitying smile on his face.
Last night, Brother Ma’s online lover had bombarded him with a hundred consecutive messages, repeating "I don't believe it!" countless times.
Yet the reward for this was simply being blocked and deleted.
Chapter 267