Ye Wan Wan listened to the gossip around her with interest and overheard some things she wanted to forget while strolling to the door of F class.
The moment she reached the door, a weird hush fell over the room and immediately after came the crazy pounding of desks and whistleblowing.
Everybody was trying to stir up trouble.
To put it plainly, she was a clown for these students' amusement whenever they were bored.
And Ye Wan Wan never let them down.
"Hahaha wow! Ye Wan Wan, your hair is awesome!"
"Yes yes yes, better than your explosive hair the other day!"
The guys were having a great laugh at her expense while the girls looked at her with disapproval and disgust.
"Why is it so noisy?! Silence, all of you! Didn't you hear the bell ring?" came the raging voice of their teacher from the door.
"Ye Wan Wan, it's you again! You... Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Hurry back to your seat!" The form teacher looked at Ye Wan Wan's green wig and was so angry that her lungs nearly exploded--she wanted to continue scolding Ye Wan Wan for a second but instead retreated back to her desk, which was unprecedented.
This student will soon be dropping out anyway--there's no need to waste my breath.
Ye Wan Wan scanned the classroom. She didn't need to try to recall where her spot was--she knew exactly where it was.
As the seats in every class were arranged according to their class ranking, she had always been the first from the back, meaning that she sat in the last row.
In the seat in the last row next to the window was a boy lying down.
The boy had messy and unkempt hair with earphones playing and was lying on the desk taking a nap. The sun's glow filtered in and danced on the teenager's delicate face, allowing him to look like a model right out of a fashion magazine.
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