C378 If You Just Meet Him

The boy's face was drained of blood, and he scrambled to get up and run to the corner of the classroom.

He put away his knife and looked forward.

The teacher stood on the podium. His face was purple from anger, but he didn't dare to come over.

"Class starts now. " He threw the book on the table and said slowly. He looked like the principal.

The last time he entered the classroom