"What the heck?" Li Hua was dumbfounded.
This shameless style is also a tradition of Group Six.
The first two classes in the morning were continuous Chinese lessons, with Old Liu, as usual, holding a teapot, acting like a middle-aged man.
Oh, it's indeed Zhongdeng.
He rolled up his sleeves, bracing the edge of the podium with one hand. He started rambling, and only stopped ten minutes later.
"Ah, well, the third practice exam will be held next Monday."
Upon hearing this, the people below immediately became restless. There was a buzz of discussion, but not many people seemed nervous.
After all, they were already numb to it.
On the other hand.
"I heard the third practice exam is really easy?" Sun Zhicheng turned his head to ask, only to find everyone in the group was rather indifferent.
Lin Dong: "Sigh, then what's the point of taking it."
