Class 8 was buzzing with noise.
Yet Pang Jiao was uncharacteristically calm at that moment.
How could one describe how this felt? It was like an ordinary evening when the sky suddenly darkened, clouds gathering thickly as though brewing a thunderclap!
Song Sheng instinctively shrank back. Bang! Something blocked his retreat. He turned his head and found himself staring into the pale face of the towering Zhang Yifei.
Song Sheng jerked in fright and sprang up on the spot. "Ghost!"
The scream swept through the classroom like a storm, instantly silencing all the clamor.
Every gaze turned toward the same spot.
Wang Longlong rolled up a textbook and began narrating with dramatic flair. "Some people are born to be protagonists. The darkness of this mortal world is destined to be unable to hide her brilliance..."
Wang Yanyan advised, "Jiaojiao, don't take what he said to heart. Losing weight requires persistence..."
Pang Jiao slowly rose to her feet, like a mountain of flesh. Her enormous face opened its gaping maw, like a demon poised to devour someone.
In a low yet clear roar, she said, "My nutritionist told me that the key to losing weight is 'control your mouth and move your legs.'"
Cui Yu privately said to Meng Gui, "She has a nutritionist? If I were her nutritionist, I'd have smashed my head into a wall long ago."
Wang Yanyan said, "Wow! Jiaojiao, that was so well said!"
Song Sheng faced Pang Jiao's gaping maw alone and called her out. "What's the point of telling me that? I don't need to lose weight! Like you can actually do it!"
"Just watch whether I can!" As her words fell, Pang Jiao stepped forward. Her massive body surged up, and her fan-sized paw swung toward Song Sheng's face.
Wang Longlong passionately narrated,