After handing it over to the system, the three brothers knelt down and begged for forgiveness

She bit her lips tightly, and a strong sense of anger and unwillingness surged in her heart.

She secretly vowed that she would make them look at her with new eyes this time.

Thinking of this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Lan Xuxue's eyes.

Before the open class in the afternoon, she kept an eye on Nan Qiao's movements.

When she saw Nan Qiao walking towards the women's restroom, she quickly stood up and followed quietly.

While Nan Qiao was in the restroom, she locked the door without hesitation, then smiled triumphantly and turned away.

Lan Xuxue tidied her clothes and hair, and arrived at the open class classroom early with confident steps.

She looked around and saw that there were still many empty seats. She secretly thanked herself for coming early, and then walked to the first row without hesitation and chose a seat in the middle.

Lan Xuxue straightened her back and raised her chin slightly, as if she was the queen of the classroom.

Her eyes were full of anticipation, waiting for Professor Wang's arrival and also waiting to show her "superiority" to everyone.

On this side, Nan Qiao went to the toilet and found that it was locked. He was stunned at first, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

She tried pushing the bathroom door, and after confirming that it was indeed locked, she began to think calmly about countermeasures.

Because she was just going to the bathroom, Nan Qiao didn't bring her cell phone and couldn't contact the outside world. She had no choice but to shout for help.

"Is anyone there? The bathroom door is locked. Please help me open the door!"

Maybe because everyone went to the open class or the distance was far, no one responded to her call.

Not getting a response, Nan Qiao began to observe the environment of the toilet to see if there was any other exit or way to attract other people's attention.

She found that the toilet window was high and small, making it difficult to climb out.

But she noticed that the window could be opened a crack, so she tried shouting out through the crack, hoping to attract the attention of passers-by.

However, still no one responded to her.

Realizing that the open class might be about to begin, Nan Qiao felt a little anxious, but he kept telling himself to stay calm.

Wang Xiaoxuan waited in the classroom for a long time but there was no sign of Nan Qiao, and a sense of worry gradually arose in her heart.

She thought about it and decided to go to the toilet to find Nan Qiao. She hurriedly left the classroom and walked quickly towards the toilet.

When she arrived at the door of the women's restroom, she heard Nan Qiao's faint cry.

Wang Xiaoxuan hurriedly opened the lock and let Nan Qiao out of the women's restroom.

"Qiao Qiao, are you okay? Who locked you in the bathroom?" Wang Xiaoxuan asked with concern.

Nan Qiao shook her head and said, "I'm fine. I don't know who played this prank. Never mind. Let's go to the open class classroom."

The two hurried to the open class classroom.

When they arrived at the classroom, they found that they were the last to arrive. The classroom was full and only the last row had seats left.

Nan Qiao and Wang Xiaoxuan walked into the open class classroom somewhat helplessly, and walked to the last row under the gaze of everyone.

Lan Xuxue noticed their arrival almost the moment they stepped into the classroom.

She raised her chin slightly, glanced at the two of them, and the corner of her mouth

The arc of his face slowly rose, revealing an extremely proud smile.

The smile first appeared faintly at the corner of her mouth, like a rising crescent moon, with a barely perceptible hint of cunning.

Then, the smile gradually widened, revealing his white teeth slightly, as if showing off his victory.

There was a gleam in her eyes, a mixture of pride and contempt, as if to say, "See, you are still behind me after all."

Lan Xuxue pursed her lips slightly, trying hard to restrain her inner joy and not let herself laugh too ostentatiously.

But her slightly trembling shoulders and slightly flushed cheeks betrayed her current mood.

She turned slightly to the side, and continued to watch the movements on the podium with an elegant and arrogant posture, but from time to time she glanced at Nan Qiao out of the corner of her eyes, enjoying this hard-earned moment of victory.

Professor Wang stood on the podium, his eyes scanning the entire classroom.

When his eyes fell on Nan Qiao in the last row, he was slightly stunned.

Professor Wang tilted his head slightly and whispered to his assistant, "Move the tables and chairs to the last row."

Then, he picked up the computer without hesitation and walked steadily to the last row.

The assistant was slightly startled, then quickly took action, moving the table and chairs to the last row with swift movements.

Professor Wang stood in the last row, gently placed his computer on the table, and said to everyone with a smile, "I'll teach in the last row today so I can see everyone more clearly."

His voice was gentle yet powerful, echoing in the classroom.

Lan Xuxue's originally smug smile froze on her face in an instant, replaced by a look of astonishment and anger.

Her eyes were fixed on Professor Wang and Nan Qiao, and her face gradually turned ashen.

Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she felt no pain at all.

Her chest heaved violently, as if a ball of anger was burning in her heart.

She originally thought that by sitting in the first row, she would become the focus of Professor Wang's attention and would be the center of attention in this open class.

But now, Professor Wang went directly to the last row, so what about their first row?

She felt like an abandoned clown, and all her efforts and calculations came to nothing at this moment.

Lan Xuxue bit her lip, trying hard not to lose control of her emotions.

But her eyes were full of jealousy and resentment. She glared at Nan Qiao fiercely, as if she wanted to vent all her dissatisfaction on her.

Nan Qiao looked at Professor Wang in surprise, and touched his nose uncomfortably with his right hand. Wouldn't this bias be too obvious? Wouldn't it be discovered?

When Professor Wang lectures, he will set aside more than ten minutes before the end of the get out of class to randomly select students to answer questions.

As the open class was coming to an end, Professor Wang's eyes moved among the students, his eyes full of expectation and encouragement.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped on Lan Xuxue.

"Student, please tell me how you understand the role and beauty of the technique of 'using scenery to express emotion' in ancient poetry appreciation in Chinese language learning."

Professor Wang's voice was steady and powerful. As soon as he asked the question, the whole classroom fell silent.

Lan Xuxue's face turned pale in an instant. She bit her lips nervously, and her heart beat as violently as a drum.

Her eyes wandered around the classroom in panic, as if looking for clues to the answer.

Fine beads of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead, and his hands were tightly wrung together.

She tried hard to recall the knowledge she had learned, but her brain seemed to be shrouded in fog and she could not think of the answer.

She opened her mouth, but could only make some unclear sounds. Embarrassment and embarrassment overwhelmed her like a tide.

When her classmates saw her like this, they started whispering.