At the end of the class, Xiao Luo felt like he had gone through a catastrophe. During the break between classes, he quickly lay prone on the table and closed his eyes for a brief while. It was too tormenting. A class was 45 minutes, and he ended up catching flies for 45 minutes.
Most certainly, sleeping on the table also meant warding off An Huanhuan's harassment.
When he was comfortably sleeping, Ding Kai beside him suddenly shoved him and said with a shaky voice, "Brother Luo, S… Song Jianan…"
"Who is Song Jianan?"
Xiao Luo straightened himself and asked subconsciously like someone who wasn't fully awake yet.
Zhu Xiaofei almost collapsed, "Brother Luo, my good old Brother Luo, how could you forget Song Jianan? Remember Tang Yuze from third year's Social Studies who came looking for trouble? That's the guy that backed him up!"
"Oh, the president of the mixed martial arts club!" Xiao Luo suddenly remembered and said.