The follower continued his heart-wrenching cry, "—
Must it always come to an end?!"
Someone chimed in, "Just like the black gold skull chain on our boss' neck, has it truly disappeared?"
"What the hell? Go away!"
Liam looked disgusted and threw a book at the boy, who quickly dodged.
The book hit the blackboard with a resounding 'pop'.
The whole class erupted in laughter, the air filled with a jovial spirit.
Maureen laughed, suddenly finding this scene familiar.
Upon reflection, wasn't this the lively atmosphere in the class when she had just started the previous term, asked to sit next to Liam, and returned to class?
It was exactly the same.
Memories really were a cycle.
In a blink, it felt like something that had happened yesterday.
But then a glance at the calendar revealed that more than half a year had already passed.
Seeing Maureen glance over at him, Liam felt his face heat up a little in embarrassment, hastily attempting to salvage his image.
