"Who are you calling a burden?"
Ling Mo nimbly dodged the oncoming chalk, slowly put down his chemistry textbook, and stared blankly into Xiao Yingying's furious gaze.
Xiao Yingying shook off the chalk dust in her hands, and strode off the stage in her high heels. "The burden is calling you!"
"Hahaha......"
"Xiao Yacha must be furious, he actually admitted that he was the burden."
"That transfer student is awesome!"
As soon as Xiao Yingying said this, the class suddenly erupted in thunderous laughter.
These days, there aren't many people who can make her lose face, so Ling Mo's actions can be considered those of a true warrior of Class F.
Xiao Yingying, furious at her slip of the tongue, turned bright red. Her stomach twitched, her chest puffed out, and in an instant, a deafening roar erupted from her throat:
"Ling Mo! Get out of the classroom right now."
"reason?"
Ling Mojun's handsome brows furrowed slightly, and his voice grew even colder.
Seeing Xiao Yingying trembling with anger, the boys in the class frantically winked at Ling Mo, signaling her to quickly apologize to Xiao Yingying.
You should know that Xiao Yingying is notoriously feisty.
Her fiery temper is completely at odds with her name.
It is said that during a team-building activity for the senior high school teachers, the head of the grade 12 jokingly suggested that Ms. Xiao Yingying should make good use of the approachable nature inherent in her name and smile more often in an attempt to ease the atmosphere. Unexpectedly, Ms. Xiao Yingying couldn't stand anyone saying anything bad about her, and she immediately flew into a rage, swinging a wine bottle and nearly smashing the head of the grade 12 teacher's head open.
Since then, no one at No. 1 Middle School has dared to joke about Xiao Yingying.
Even the most mischievous students would avoid her.
Terrified by Xiao Yingying, Li Wanwan pouted, almost bursting into tears several times. But thinking of her beautiful deskmate still suffering, she finally mustered her courage and whispered tremblingly to Ling Mo:
"Don't be afraid, deskmate, I'll protect you. If Fat-faced Yaksha scolds you, I'll just say I was bothering you to chat. You absolutely mustn't confront her."
Li Wanwan was worried that Ling Mo would be intimidated by Xiao Yingying's display of force, so she carefully gripped her hand.
"......"
Feeling the warmth emanating from his palm, Ling Mo's furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
She turned her head, her gaze falling squarely on her and Li Wanwan's intertwined hands, and she was momentarily lost in thought.
Li Wanwan's hands were chubby, and they didn't feel hot when held in the palm, but it felt as if the setting sun had shone on her chest, and a warm current suddenly surged up.
Ling Mo had never known that being protected felt so good, and a feeling of being moved suddenly welled up in his heart.
She had intended to return Li Wanwan's friendly smile, but Xiao Yingying had already rushed to her desk.
Two muffled thuds were heard as Xiao Yingying slammed her hand on the table, spitting as she berated Ling Mo:
"Ling Mo, do you know that it's all because of you that the class average has hit a record low? It's one thing to do badly on the test, but you also don't pay attention in class. If you don't want to study, go home and farm or herd cattle!"
"Teacher, it's all my fault, please don't blame me..."
Li Wanwan took a deep breath, determined to take the blame upon herself.
Unexpectedly, Ling Mo was the first to let go, standing up abruptly from his seat, and said, word by word, with a firm and resounding tone:
"Teacher, I disagree with your point of view."
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