Meng Yu was the first to finish running. He propped up his knees, gasping for air, with sweat streaming down his cheeks.
He lifted his head slightly and looked towards the fence of the playground.
The young boy who was there earlier was already gone.
Gradually, others finished their ten laps and stopped beside Meng Yu: "Brother Yu, why are we listening to her?"
"She's not as easy to deal with as the other teachers," Meng Yu said. "Let's observe for now."
Everyone exchanged a few glances.
In their first encounter, they all sensed that this teacher was different from the others.
"Is she a face-paralysis patient? I've never seen her show any other emotion all this time."
"Earlier, we don't know what she did with Zhou, look, he's still running."
There was only one boy left on the playground, and most students were watching him.
After the last twenty laps, Han Zhou was nearly exhausted and directly sat down on the ground.
The people beside him helped him up.
