Wei Bihui turned to look at Zhao Lirong standing on the platform, pointing at your seat: "Teacher, I want to switch seats with this classmate."
Upon hearing this, the whole class burst into laughter.
Your reputation is widely known at Second Heights, and your temper is famously foul and tough. Just the other day, when you played tricks on Yu Zixiao and his gang, it proved as much.
And now this new student, Wei Bihui, expects to switch seats with just a word from Zhao Lirong? Simply whimsical!
Zhao Lirong was too lazy to deal with this seemingly brainless Wei Bihui. But as a teacher and the class advisor, she had to patiently respond to this seemingly not-so-sane student: "To switch seats, you have to get the other party's consent."
"That's easy."
Hearing Zhao Lirong say this, Wei Bihui smiled slightly and walked briskly over to your side,
while you, who were asleep, twitched your nose and murmured to yourself: "Diva's Gi perfume, hmm, quite tasteful."
