"Can you still bite it open?" Zhang Ningzhi was like an innocent curious baby.
"Yeah, it's easy, you just need to do it like this..." Jiang Nian pinched a corner of the milk carton, expertly bit it open, "Look, it's open."
Li Hua thought: Fine, fine, you've opened it, and I'm about to pass out.
He felt like that older brother in "Classmate's Little Sister," who had been sitting at the desk for two hours, pretending to do his homework without any distractions.
Finally, when class ended, Nantong started going crazy again.
Some people were stacking up on one spot, while others were hugging from front and back, crazily surging like a tide.
The third class of the Olympic competition was full of talented people, with a strong learning atmosphere.
A phenomenon of human contagion appeared, with energy spreading everywhere.
"Oh, damn!" Li Hua was still in his seat when Ma Guojun and a group of others rushed over, grabbing his hands and feet, lifting him like a sacrificial pig.
