Su Xiaoxiao could only accept it and returned to her seat.
Just as she settled down, the classroom door was once again pushed open.
Song Weidong walked in with his hands in his pockets and his backpack slung over one shoulder, looking completely carefree.
As soon as he entered, he met Zhou Xiujuan's stern gaze: "Song Weidong, do you know what time it is? You're late!"
Song Weidong: "I know."
Zhou Xiujuan felt a pulse at the center of her forehead; he knew but still brazenly came through the front door, couldn't he be a bit discreet?
Suppressing her anger, she said, "Go to the back and stand as a punishment."
"Okay."
Song Weidong still appeared completely unconcerned, tossed his backpack on his desk, and strolled leisurely to the back of the classroom to stand as a punishment.
Zhao Yanyan couldn't help but glance over, only to meet Song Weidong's deep eyes, and her face flushed instantly as she quickly looked away.
