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"Do you see, he doesn't even want to look at us?" A very clear voice rang out in the noisy classroom. This sentence was clearly heard by everyone in the classroom. They immediately rushed towards this direction like floodwaters.

Actually, Gu Mo didn't look at these people. He just didn't know how to talk to them, so he didn't dare to raise his head in front of them.

"Shut up, what are you arguing about?"

With the class director's many suggestive coughs or inadvertently reminding these classmates of his, one of them was a bit annoyed, a bit hoarse, but more importantly, he was showing the laziness deep down his bones.

Squishy, maybe he was just sleeping. And anger? It was exactly because of this that the other side was talking all at once, and the environment that followed it, that made it hard to tell if he was sleeping or waking up.

As soon as his voice fell, it was as if a switch had been turned on in the surroundings. The entire classroom immediately became quiet, as if the ruckus wasn't caused by them.

Warrick leaned back in his chair, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the man who had caused this disaster.

He seemed to be looking up as he spoke, but he quickly lowered his head. It was just that one glance alone was enough to finish looking at his appearance.

His eyes were rather large, but they lacked color, making them seem somewhat empty. The word "naïve" on his face, when paired with his height and rosy white skin, made him seem like he had just risen.

Was he the same as him? Heh heh, that's really interesting.

Warrick was thinking like this, while Gu Mo was standing on the podium, looking a bit awkward.

The surroundings were very quiet, as if everyone's focus was on him and the person who just spoke. This made him even more at a loss as to what to do.

Did he help her just now? Gu Mo looked at the floor and blinked. His long eyelashes formed a semicircle around his eyes and instantly added a little bit of "gloom" to his temperament.

"Student Gu Mo, find a seat." The class director said in a friendly manner. He had been thinking about this for a long time, this class had dragged on for too long. If it wasn't for the fact that Warrick had calmed down, who knew how long this group of rich kids would have quarreled for.

He was also very afraid of having his face hidden. Because of his strong family background and his family's inability to deal with him, he did what he wanted in school and kept quiet. Gradually, few people tried to provoke him, making a detour to avoid him, afraid that he would beat himself up.

Of course, this was all just to worry that Warrick didn't go crazy like that. He was just suddenly interested in Lil Thing, who was standing on the podium.

"Hmm?"

After a period of silence, Gu Mo finally reacted to his teacher's words and looked down.

There weren't many people in this class, only about thirty or so. However, each of them had two seats. The only place that didn't have a table beside them was at the back door, next to the trash can. And on the table there, there were all sorts of random things. It was as if the two empty desks in the class were for them.

Gu Mo's eyes were a little dim, and his feet slowly moved on the ground. There was nothing he could do, he went to that place, and there was an empty seat beside the person who spoke just now.