The next morning, Nian Shutong still arrived at school just in time for the half-past twelve class.
When the students from the previous day arrived, she didn't say a word, just casually tossed out a ball of fire. This ball of fire divided into several hundred small flames in mid-air, staying in their places from yesterday, and the students understood and began to control them.
Shutong sat under the parasol, watching the always punctual Fu Yunhe, and with a suppressed laugh, she said, "If you can move the flame successfully, you no longer need to come here."
Fu Yunhe, acting as if he were right at home, sat down and with the same actions as yesterday, said earnestly, "I respect the teacher and won't skip class."
A barely audible grunt made Fu Yunhe, who was peeling sunflower seeds with his head down, smile faintly.
The class ended quickly, and just before it finished, someone succeeded, a familiar figure to everyone, Yu Mo.
