Chang Qing's tone was strange. At first, Wang Zhongyun had no intention of giving him any attention, but when he heard the man's last sentence, he laughed in anger and said, "This is not of your concern."
After saying this, he strode into the classroom. Only then did his expression sink.
Rather than being angry, he was disappointed.
He looked at the students; they were all studying hard. He rubbed his head and his heart ached.
They were clearly trying so hard. Why had their results not improved?
"Hey, Old Man, what are you doing?"
"Why do you look like you're in a daze? Don't tell me you were frightened by our results! Haha!"
As soon as he heard these words, Wang Zhongyun's expression became more complicated.
It was worth noting that out of all the classes in the school, only Class 3-3 had the guts to joke with their teacher and call him names.