Zhou Xiaotian, Sun Hao, and Zhu Benzheng were all pulling their faces and sitting in front of their desks with sadness, staring blankly.

"What happened?"

Looking at the three of them, Fang Qiu asked doubtfully as he went into the room.

"The youngest!"

Zhou Xiaotian glanced at Fang Qiu and flung himself down to the ground. Then he reached out with a rush to hold the thighs of Fang Qiu, saying in a crying voice, "Please carry me!" ...