I Don't Have Long Hands (3)

"How boring." Wang Le sneered.

Initially, he thought that there would be an exciting fight since she had bullied Nian Yue in the past. Now, it seemed that she was just a coward.

The students of Class A were already used to such situations.

Those who dare to come up against a big shot like Nian Yue must have felt that their lives were too comfortable.

It was the Chinese language class in the afternoon. Nian Yue was leaning on the table and feeling a little sleepy. Most of the students in the class had fallen asleep. When the class was finally over, Old Sun finished talking about the last bit of language knowledge before knocking on Nian Yue's table. "Nian Yue, have you memorized the essay competition?"

Nian Yue looked a little impatient as she woke up. She took out the piece of paper that Old Sun had given her from the drawer. "I've memorized it."