"Damn it, why wouldn't Old Jian change my seat? Damn it! Why?!"
In the hallway, Wang Ze punched the hollow metal railing, making it hum. His voice was full of resentment. "I clearly had a legitimate reason. Why wouldn't he move me? Why—"
"What legitimate reason did you give?"
Zhou Baowei, who was likewise leaning over the hallway railing—still not collapsed for now—turned his head and asked skeptically.
Wang Ze said, "Whenever a subject teacher catches me sleeping in class, because they're close by, they slam my desk really hard. It makes my head buzz. I think I have a concussion."
Zhou Baowei: "(;☉_☉)?"
"What the fuck kind of concussion reason is that?! Rejecting you was obviously the right call!"
Zhou Baowei slapped the railing as he laughed and cursed, causing a noticeable tremor at the school gate.
But Wang Ze didn't see it that way. He sulked. "Wouldn't it be more appropriate for Lin Li to sit where I am? Then move Bai Bufan to the other side of the podium desk and replace Xie Wenjing. Separate those two, and Class 4 would be halfway to peace. Isn't that good?"
"..."
"Yeah. Then every teacher would be the one getting concussed."
Zhang Haoyang imagined that scene from a teacher's perspective. His features scrunched up, chills ran down his spine, and goosebumps broke out all over him.
While teaching, he glanced to one side—holy shit, Bai Bufan.
He hurried to the other side to escape that jinx, only to look over and see—fuck, Lin Li!
How was anyone supposed to teach like that? Might as well jump off the building.
And with just one podium desk, Zhang Haoyang didn't think it could stop those two from going insane together. The podium might even become part of their kink.
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