Chu Qing woke up from his dream. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked up at the angry form teacher.
F*ck.
After seeing the form teacher's fierce and terrifying face, Chu Qing's sleepiness disappeared without a trace. He knew what had happened. He immediately glared at Song Chaoran. Why was she so unreliable today? She didn't even send him a signal.
Song Chaoran looked aggrieved. She was wronged. She had sent signals, but Chu Qing ignored her.
The homeroom teacher was not oblivious. She had been observing their every move. She slammed her hand on the desk once again and exclaimed, "Enough! Do you think I'm blind? Go ahead, sleep, and let her give you signals. Even the class monitor that I personally appointed is mesmerized by you."
Hearing this, Song Chaoran lowered her head in shame. Chu Qing didn't seem to care. He was already used to the teacher's words. So what if he was the school belle? He couldn't be bothered to argue.