Some students would play their indie music to show off their unique taste, hoping for recognition; some would play a DJ track, put on a hat, and stand at the podium, constantly adjusting the multimedia volume, fancying themselves as DJ Jiahao from the class next door; or would show a stock chart and start rambling onstage with their friends, thinking they were stock gods...
However, in Class 1 of Grade 4, though many were born in a peculiar way, or as dogs or clowns, there were really none of these distinguished personalities.
At most, Qin Zeyu liked to use multimedia for playing minesweeper.
"Ahem."
While Lin Li and Bai Bufan were discussing whether Ma Jiaqi's world was seen through the bicycle handlebars or the wheels, Wang Ze moved from the Right Guardian's seat to the back row and coughed twice.
No one paid attention.
"Ahem, ahem." He coughed louder this time.
