The textbooks were handed out that morning. There were only two—Language Arts and Math—along with two workbooks. Tang Xiaonan finally got to see some old-school textbooks. The covers had a very vintage feel, featuring a boy and a girl in red scarves, studying amidst a sea of flowers.
"Alright, class, I'm going to take roll call now. When I call your name, please stand up and say 'Here.' Understood?"
Standing at the lectern, Phoenix Golding smiled brightly, occasionally shooting Tang Xiaonan a puzzling glance. A normal child would never have detected Phoenix Golding's scrutiny, but Tang Xiaonan was anything but normal. She had noticed the moment Phoenix Golding started sizing her up, and her dislike for the woman grew.
She hated anyone who secretly spied on her. That even included boys who had a crush on her. She had no patience for boys who only dared to watch from a distance without the courage to confess their feelings.
