11th grade.
The eyes of the students in the class were all focused on the last row of the classroom.
There, near the north wall, sat two boys, one dark-skinned—Gu Tai, and the other pale—Luo Jun.
Gu Tai had a complex expression on his face, sighing from time to time as if he were pondering the vagaries of life.
Beside him, Luo Jun stared blankly at the clock above the blackboard, silent, his eyelids seemingly not even blinking.
The most miraculous thing was that every minute, he would chuckle insanely as if suffering from hysteria.
However, the gazes directed at them held no mockery, but sympathy.
"That's too tragic," a classmate whispered after learning the whole story and having the luck to glimpse the beauty of Pang Jiao and Zhang Yifei.
Luo Jun used to be incredibly active in the class, the kind that often stirred up trouble.
The top students in the front rows hated him.
Now, they no longer despised him, with someone saying, "Suddenly I find him quite pitiable."
