Today we are finally listening to the class of Mr. Feng again.
He is teaching us the same Chinese we learned in 8th grade.
The classroom is quiet, everyone is sleepy, but we can't sleep or we will get absolutely cooked.
Xun, you stand up.
Y...yes, teacher. I stood up, looking around.
Why is it me? Out of everyone, me? This is bad.
Go ahead, son, dad is with you. Taraka whispered, but I ignored that shit. He says nonsense all the time.
Answer this question on the board. The teacher, Mr. Feng, said angrily, even though I didn't do anything wrong.
But Xun just stood there.
Slowly, he points his finger on his jawline and made a "shh" sign.
That's the only way I can save myself. I know the answer, but I need to do something so the whole class notices me.
Taraka, save me, please.
What is this, Xun? You can't answer the question? The teacher said, pointing at the question again, even more angry.
He is mewing, sir. He can't talk; he is on a streak. His aura depends on it. Taraka whispered. He searched how to impress a girl on L-Tube and stayed up all night finding this method.
But the whisper was a bit too loud, so the teacher heard it.
Well, Taraka isn't completely wrong. I did learn it from L-Tube, but not to impress a girl.
Xun and Taraka, one more gesture like that and you are cleaning the gym again. -10,000 aura for both of you. The teacher said, gesturing for Xun to sit.
The whole class laughed a bit. Not loud, but they laughed.
Well, I will get at least a bit popular.