The bell for evening self-study rang.
Under the beasts' reluctant gaze, Yun Tingting left the court, carrying her badminton racket.
From the air upstairs came what sounded like sighs, and all those boys who'd been crammed together like sparrows on an electric wire dispersed one after another.
Whenever this happened, the boys of Class 3, Grade 11 couldn't help straightening their chests, proud of themselves.
Even though Yun Tingting was ravaged by countless beastly gazes, she would always come back to the classroom at night; at least during this period of time, Yun Tingting truly belonged to them.
At this thought, the boys of Class 3 actually felt a kind of perverted pleasure.
Yun Tingting had worked up quite a sweat; heat was steaming off her whole body, the fair plumpness of her chest glistening, beads of sweat racing each other down the curves.
