The bell for the evening self-study had rung for some time, and when Xu Qingfan returned to Class Sixteen, the homeroom teacher was already standing on the podium.
Xu Qingfan and Xiao Ruawen didn't greet anyone. They bent their waists and quickened their pace to return to their seats from the back door.
Guo Youcai glanced at the two of them, said nothing, and after standing on the podium for a few more minutes, he left the class straight out the front door.
Once the homeroom teacher was gone, the sounds of discussion resumed in the class.
"Did the teacher say anything just now?" Xu Qingfan put the miscellaneous items like his phone and keys from his pocket into the drawer and asked.
"The homeroom teacher just asked how our rehearsal progress was. I told him our class would definitely take first place; if not, Brother Chou Fan would stand on his head to wash his hair," Wu Shichong said with a laugh.
