Ye Ling frowned as she put down the book in her hand and gave Zhao Guodong a glance. Then she pulled her chair back and sat down properly. Zhao Guodong's face flashed with a trace of embarrassment, but he didn't dare to lower his head and admit defeat.
He tried to explain himself, "Bumpkin, you're just too light; I didn't even use any force."
As soon as the word "bumpkin" came out of Zhao Guodong's mouth, it drew glances from the surrounding classmates. Wang Ping, who sat in the last row, couldn't help but snicker, his laughter the loudest. As for Zhang Linong, he lazily leaned against the chair, holding a book. He didn't look towards Zhao Guodong, but there was a smile at the corner of his mouth, clearly having heard Zhao Guodong's words.
Ye Ling took a deep breath, "Zhao Guodong, if you call me bumpkin again, believe it or not, I'll tell the teacher."
