Wu Xiaoqi's waking up and fainting were swift and powerful, leaving everyone shocked.
He did a carp flip-a maneuver that could have been brilliantly revived, only that the angle and position from which he jumped up were somewhat awkward.
He changed from a lying to standing position, regrettably, Pung Jiao was like a wall, blocking his face.
The two of them faced each other closely, like the leading actor and actress in a historical idol drama.
Wu Xiaoqi could see the freckles on Pang Jiao's face clearly, could distinctly feel the heavy breathing and intimidating eyes of Pang Jiao, conjuring up thoughts of wild beasts from the Eurasian grasslands.
The shock was so intense that he calmed down.
It was as if a human had encountered a fierce beast, the sheer difference in size making the human forget wealth and status, leaving only primal fear and awe.
Wu Xiaoqi held his breath, daring not to make a sound.
The class was as quiet as could be.
