Chapter 85: Could I Have an Autograph?

Second floor. Along the corridor. The sixth class’ public lesson had ended early, so the parents had already come out. They were chatting outside, and those with smoking addictions even hid in the bathroom to smoke. “Eh? Why is there such a commotion in the first class?” “What’s the matter? Is the teacher teaching?” “It’s not teaching; I heard the experimental class is writing compositions today.” “Oh, a student’s essay? Let’s go and take a look.” “Alright,...