Director Jiang burst out laughing. "Hahaha, not bad, young fellow."
Zuo Xiaoduo giggled and scratched his head, looking guileless and adorable, his face full of embarrassment at the sudden praise.
Qin Fangyang blushed. Usually so composed, he could no longer keep his composure.
"Zuo Xiaoduo, don't be nervous. I just want to ask you a few questions. Treat it as a casual chat." Director Jiang looked warm and pleasant.
"I know. We're just chatting."
"Let me ask you..."
Director Jiang's expression suddenly changed. Bang! He slammed the desk. His gentle, amiable, endearingly affable manner abruptly turned fierce and forceful, his voice a thunderclap that shook the soul and frightened it out of the body. "Why did you go to Class One to cause trouble?"
"What was your purpose? What do you know?!"
"Speak!"
As he erupted in anger, all the hair on top of his head suddenly floated to one side, exposing his shiny scalp.
Zuo Xiaoduo jumped in fright, because he could actually see his own face reflected in that scalp!
A whimsical thought suddenly struck him: If he tilted his head back, wouldn't the back of his head reflect his own backside? Ordinary people couldn't pull that off!
Chapter 77: Write Something for Me to See
"Ah! Mommy!"
Zuo Xiaoduo plopped onto the floor, his face deathly pale, and stammered, "I-I-I... I need to pee..."
"Speak!"
Another slam of the desk.
Zuo Xiaoduo's face was chalk-white, his whole body trembling.
He seemed utterly terrified.
Qin Fangyang's mouth twisted, his face twitching. He walked over and patted his shoulder. "Tell the truth."
More than a dozen pairs of eyes, like cold flashes of lightning, instantly shone on Qin Fangyang like searchlights. His expression remained unchanged as he stepped half a pace back.
Zuo Xiaoduo looked as though he had