The instant the young man finished speaking, Xiao Ran's heart clenched. By the time he tried to raise the Mourning Ring in his hand to fight back, it was already too late.
The scene before him blurred, and it felt as if his body were being dragged into an abyss.
"Wang Meng!!"
"Slap!!"
A sharp crack rang out. Xiao Ran felt a burning pain in his left cheek, and his vision gradually cleared from the darkness.
Sunlight shone on his face, making it hard for Xiao Ran to adjust. He blinked for a while before his eyes adapted to the light.
"Wang Meng, it's already June 28. The final semester is almost here, and you're still daydreaming? With grades like yours, you won't even get into a second-tier university."
At the furious scolding beside him, Xiao Ran looked over. A familiar face appeared before him: a woman in a white embroidered dress, her hair tied in a ponytail, gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, and anger in her eyes as she glared at him.
"Teacher Tang?"
Xiao Ran shook his head. His mind felt like a lump of paste, and he couldn't remember anything. It was as if a thick veil had been drawn over his memories.
"What are you still standing there for? Take your books and get to the back!"
Seeing Xiao Ran still looking dazed, Teacher Tang seemed to have given up on him completely. She didn't want to waste another word on this good-for-nothing. She grabbed his arm and yanked him out of his seat.
Xiao Ran hadn't even had time to come to his senses. Caught off guard, he stumbled and nearly fell.
His sorry state set off a wave of laughter in the classroom.
Looking at the noisy class, Teacher Tang grew even more furious.