Tattling to the professor was not Su Li's style.
After she finished speaking, Su Li calmly packed her textbook and picked up her bag under the professor's gaze. She then pulled Chang E to an empty spot in a front row and sat down.
The entire classroom fell silent.
Even the professor was speechless for a moment.
Qu An's face turned pale, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.
Only after a classmate pulled him back into his seat did he realize his legs were a bit weak and a chill was running down his spine.
The professor looked at the word "whore" on the desk, then back at Qu An, his brows furrowing.
"After this class, the class president will go to the homeroom teacher to resolve this matter. And this desk—clean it up."
Regardless of the reason, the professor couldn't stand seeing a word like "whore."
Qu An's chest heaved, and he didn't answer right away.
The professor frowned. "Where is the class president? Does this class not have one?"
