Lin Yi stepped onto the podium, and before he reached the notice board, he suddenly noticed some white powder and fragments on the ground near the podium.
"Eh? What's this?" A look of confusion surfaced in Lin Yi's heart, and he reached out to pick up a fragment.
It was a thin and fragile piece that resembled coconut flakes, and together with the white powder, it was easy for one to associate them with broken chalk.
He looked up at the chalk trough in front of the blackboard.
There was no chalk in the trough.
He then glanced at the podium.
There was no chalk box on the podium.
"There's no chalk in the entire classroom..." he frowned secretly, "so where did this stuff come from? It seemed that the homeroom teacher didn't notice it when signing in?"
Just then, Wei Liang's startled cry exploded in Lin Yi's ears like a burst: "Damn, isn't this... isn't this plaster fragments?!"