"Teacher, can we let the students from the neighboring school join the discussion? It doesn't always have to be just me talking," answered Duan Sanbao.
His voice, when listened to carefully, had a quality like sticky rice—soft and slow, accompanied by bright eyes with a hint of sweetness, much like a diligent kindergartener.
Truly an incredibly cute guy.
When this person first started presenting his academic opinions, Zhao Zhaowei and the others could already sense: his reluctance to answer was not due to any humble or low-key manner.
Zhao Zhaowei furrowed his brows, tugged on Zhang Desheng's shirt, and said, "You say something, or let Shihua go first. Damn, this guy must have heard something from somewhere. Look at him, his eyes are always fixed on Yingying."
Absolutely not fooled by this classmate's cuteness akin to a small child. Zhao Zhaowei swore, everyone in their Guoxie group, not just Student Xie, are all the mischievous ones Teacher Ren mentioned.
