An Xiaxia, Do You Have A Death Wish?

Li Canxing sneered. "There are people with skins thicker than walls. What can we do about it?"

"Screw you! One more word and you're all dead!" Su Xiaomo exploded and bolted up, smacking the top of her desk. A hush fell over the classroom.

An Xiaxia darted Su Xiaomo a grateful glance.

Just then, Bai Ziyue the class teacher arrived in time, and looked worriedly at An Xiaxia.

Nangong Jing raised his hand and said in a greasy voice, "Miss, An Xiaxia has been absent for a month. It should be her turn to lead the morning reading session!"

Bai Ziyue hesitated a little. "In that case, An Xiaxia, please come up here and lead the rest of the class in reading the text aloud."

Nangong Jing eyed the other students, who all got his message.

No one was going to follow her lead and An Xiaxia would be humiliated!

An Xiaxia took out her literature textbook from her bag and stood unflinching on the platform!