"Sheng Ye, you're sleeping in class again," a roaring voice came from the podium as Sheng Ye dozed off.
Sheng Ye was startled awake, rubbed his eyes, and sat up straight. Glancing at the blackboard, he said, "Teacher, I already know everything you're teaching."
The teacher, with a darkened face, said, "You're so brilliant, you might as well not attend school. Since you don't want to listen to my lecture, get out."
Sheng Ting glanced at him, said nothing, and walked straight out.
The door closed, cutting off the old man's noisy voice. Sheng Ting leaned against the wall behind him and closed his eyes.
Without the disturbing noise, he slept even more peacefully.
"Ding-a-ling—"
He didn't know how much time had passed when the bell for the end of class rang. Sheng Ting yawned and straightened his crooked body.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he was met with a magnified face.
