Class 8, buzzing with voices.
Yet at this moment, Pang Jiao, normally not one to be calm, settled down completely.
How to describe this feeling? As if on an ordinary evening, the sky suddenly turned dark, clouds densely gathered, as if brewing thunder!
Song Sheng couldn't help but shrink back, "bang," his retreat was blocked, he turned his face to meet Zhang Yifei's strong, ghastly pale face.
Song Sheng jolted and jumped on the spot: "Ghost!"
The scream swept through the entire classroom like a storm, extinguishing all noise.
All eyes turned towards the same place.
Wang Longlong rolled up his textbook, began to explain passionately: "Some people, born to be the main character, the darkness of this mortal world cannot hide their brilliance..."
Wang Yan Yan advised: "Jiaojiao, don't mind his words, losing weight requires persistence..."
Pang Jiao slowly stood up, like a mountain of flesh. Her enormous face opened its huge mouth, like a devil ready to devour.
