C467 A River of Despair Flowing Against the Current

"Strange? Why did I think of the old beggar? What old beggar? " Ling Zicong was confused. When did I meet some old beggar?

"Ah!

Ling Zicong felt as if he was knocked on the head. In a split-second, the scene in front of him shattered. He was still in that classroom. The class teacher was standing in front of him with a cold expression