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The so-called public opinion is iron, and accumulation of rumors can consume bones.
Although the students in the classroom did not come to scold him, provoke him, slap his face, despise him, or look down on him,
Zhou Bai still subconsciously felt the stares piercing through him as he walked into the classroom after skipping classes for two weeks, making him feel uneasy.
"Brother Zhou, you're coming to class?" Jing Xiu said in surprise when he saw Zhou Bai walking over, "Come, come, sit next to me."
Seeing Jing Xiu making room for him, Zhou Bai felt a little embarrassed, "I'm not here to attend the class, just… just, Jing Xiu, can I borrow your notes? I want to see where you guys have gotten."
"Ah?" Before Jing Xiu could speak, Xia Li, who was sitting in front of him, turned around.
Ever since she had knocked on Zhou Bai's door for several days in a row only to be treated as invisible by Zhou Bai, Xia Li had been increasingly unhappy with him.