Normally, the room would be buzzing with loud chatter at this time of the morning, with students laughing and shouting across desks before the first bell rang. Today, however, the room was wrapped in an unnerving, heavy silence.
The four girls immediately sensed the awkward, tense atmosphere in the air.
Instinctively, their eyes drifted toward Yin Junjie's desk in the back corner.
Yin Junjie was already sitting in his seat, resting his chin on his palm while staring intently out the window with an icy expression.
No wonder the room was dead silent. The rest of the class was terrified of accidentally setting off Yin Junjie's infamous temper. As a result, everyone was whispering in hushed tones, treading as carefully as humanly possible.
Qiao Meixia walked over to her desk, set her school bag down, and hung her cake bag on the side hook. In doing so, she happened to glance over at Yin Junjie.
