Zong Wangyue sneaked up to you and whispered, "Your mom asked me to bring you these textbooks. Class is starting soon, so I won't keep you."
"Hey, are you sneaking around?" You took the thick stack of textbooks and placed them on the desk.
Zong Wangyue glanced back with a look of deep concern, saying, "Old Shu, you're really out of luck this time, ending up in Rakshasa Mother's class, sigh!"
Seeing Zong Wangyue leave, you couldn't help but chuckle, "Is it really that exaggerated?"
"This new student, if you want to chat, please go out into the hallway!" From the first row came a clear male voice, full of self-confidence and an unmistakable tone of disdain.
"Hey, class hasn't started yet. If I say a few words, does it bother you? Go play somewhere else!"
Who are you to give face to a wimp who doesn't even lift his head?
"Hey new kid, the class monitor is just looking out for you, don't be ungrateful!" With those words, two tall students stood up from the middle row.
