The math teacher has started teaching to make sure every student can hear it. He wore a loudspeaker and the sound was extremely penetrating, but no word fell into Hang Qi's ears.

The students in front of him flipped the papers loudly, and the teacher had already talked to page 61, but the test papers in front of Hang Qi were still on the third page.

He forced his breathing to stabilize, but he still couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He held the water cup tightly, unconsciously clenched tighter and tighter, his fingertips turned white until the warmth of the hot water reached the palm of his hand that he suddenly frowned, as if he was electrocuted, and threw the water cup down regardless of lightness or weight.

Just a prank, he ignores it, and boring people will give up.

Even if it's not a prank, even if it's not...

How could it be a prank? What is that?! Could it be that someone is really good to him inexplicably? What are you trying to do? He has nothing, his face is ugly, and it is hateful. The people in the school don’t know that he has hearing problems and are trying to save money for surgery.

Besides, what he needed the least was short-lived and fleeting sympathy.

After tasting a little kindness and being abandoned, the taste is more like lingchi.

Hang Qi's heart stinged, and a little irritable emotion flashed across his face. He took a deep breath, raised his eyes, and his cold and complex vision swept towards the classroom.

If he knew who was teasing him one after another, he would definitely pull the man out and beat him up.

It started to rain heavily again silently outside the classroom, and the classroom was dim and the lights were turned on. The incandescent lights shone down, illuminating the shadows of the two students in each row of seats on the test paper in front of them.

There is only Hang Qi, and in his row, there is only him.

But Hang Qi didn't care about this. He tried his best to divert his attention from the water cup and devote himself to the test paper in front of him.

During class, Tan Mingming and the stool had a needle, and kept sitting restless, twisting and twisting, trying to secretly look back. She was not sure that she had worked hard to line up, and Hang Qi took a sip of the hot water she received.

If you don't drink a gulp, all your hard work will be in vain.

But Tan Mingming didn't dare to look back too blatantly, for fear of being discovered by Hang Qi - she touched the tip of her nose guiltily. After all, her purpose of getting close to him was not simply.

And at this moment, the math teacher's stern voice sounded in his ears: "Tan Mingming, do you have hemorrhoids? Why are you twisting around on the stool? Listen carefully!"

As soon as he said this, the whole class burst into laughter.

The person behind him poked Tan Mingming's back: "Do you want to go to the bathroom and hold it in?"

"No!" Tan Mingming quickly separated from the toilet.

She wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl in, and her face turned red, but no one noticed that her eyes lit up and looked up at the math teacher who continued to turn around to write the questions. She opened her mouth wide, and the excitement and surprise at the corners of her mouth could not be suppressed.

Although it was a lesson for her, God knows that in Tan Mingming's previous seventeen years of life, he had never been named by his teacher. Whether he was answering questions by name or criticizing by name, from! No!

Her name is such a passerby, and she seems to have learned stealth skills on the roster.

...This is the first time. Although she was ridiculed by the whole class, she actually felt a little happy. Is it swelling?!

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Chapter completed!