Chapter 159

"I don't know," Mary Kinsonslowly raised the fox's eye and replied.

"Can you tell me which class you're in?" The guidance director looked , surprised and irritated.

She has a lovely face, but she is a lousy student who has no idea what class she is in. In the future, she will become a vase.

Unfortunately...

"I haven't gone to school in a long time," Mary Kinson says: "I haven't been to school in a long time." I was in a vehicle accident earlier and got a concussion, so I don't recall anything."

She can come with her mouth open at other times as long as she doesn't lie in front of William.

People look at her with a little sympathy in this way.

"Oh, so it is, so now..." said the guidance director in a hushed tone.

Said, and he rose up and examined his pupils, unsure of which class to place her in.

Several teachers who had been standing on the sidelines returned to their seats and sat down, claiming they did not want to be the ones to pick up this hot potato.

A female student who