Yang Bangjie ultimately did not lose his manhood.
What saved him in the end was not the public order and good morals everyone talked about, but simply the fact that the class bell rang.
It was all Wang Ze's fault for insisting on so much foreplay instead of getting straight to the point.
They could have had Yang Bangjie hanging naked, while Wang Ze stood sadly before him with his head lowered in silence.
There might even have been diffraction.
Sigh. Everyone knew 350234 was divine, but why did they always overlook the fact that 350235 was also an exceptional masterpiece?
Everyone was still unsatisfied. Wang Ze, who most wanted to take the back door, could only helplessly return to the classroom through the front entrance, while everyone else entered through the back door.
Seeing everyone return and stop chatting had become an unstoppable trend, Huang Yi and Zhou Jiana, who had been standing by the storage cabinets nearest the back door in the last row—looking like they were chatting when they had no idea what they were talking about and had not heard a word the other person said, but were chatting nonetheless—could only regretfully return to their seats.
Sigh. Their ears had not been strengthened enough yet.
"The homework is what I assigned yesterday. That's all. Class dismissed. Be careful on your way home, everyone."
That afternoon, as the final math class came to an end, the second-to-last weekend of the semester officially began.
"Wuhu! Weekend!"
"It's like being reborn! My back doesn't hurt anymore! My legs aren't sore anymore! Even the knees on my hands feel amazing!"
"Reborn? Where'd you get one? Get me one too."
Qin Zeyu, who was packing his bag, looked over after hearing Bai Bufan's cheer. His gaze turned unfocused as he