"Tsk..."
Huai Xu was still dissatisfied but swallowed his words, muttering softly, "I was talking to Zhou Li..."
The old monster was still very cute.
They came to the teaching building again. Similarly, few classrooms were open. Most were locked, thick with dust inside. Others were sealed so tightly—it might be an exaggeration to call them airtight, but they were definitely lightproof. These were the 'little black rooms,' specially designed to intimidate new students and punish the disobedient.
In the classroom at the furthest corner of the second floor, words were still written on the blackboard.
Yes, this school still held classes, but the quality of the teaching was very poor. Most of the teachers were friends and relatives of the principal and had no real teaching qualifications. It was likely that properly qualified teachers simply didn't want to come here.
