"That makes sense."
Speaking of which, the two of them looked towards the first row of the classroom. They could only see Ke Mingye's back but not his expression.
At this moment, Ke Mingye was expressionless, his gaze slantingly looking at the sunset outside the window.
Sisteruo pointed at Xiaohongmao and said, "Teacher, can my seat be a little further from this Magic girl?"
"Why?" the weird thing on the stage asked.
"Well... how should I put it... Her fireballs hurt a lot when she throws them at people."
Sisteruo paused for a moment, then said indifferently, "It's my personal experience."
"I'm really sorry about that." Xiaohongmao said expressionlessly, "It was the principal who ordered me to do so; otherwise, why would I throw a fireball at you? We, girls who grew up on trash, all have mild personalities. We just want to attend class and study hard, never doing anything against the rules."
