May 2nd, Wednesday, a downpour.
"Xiaoquan Aonai" walked into the school building with an umbrella.
When she closed her umbrella, the rainwater from a nearby male student's umbrella accidentally wetted the sleeve of her uniform.
"Sorry," the boy said.
"It's nothing." "Xiaoquan Aonai" smiled and waved, heading toward the shoe lockers.
The shoe locker was full of love letters, even more than when Dubian Che was in control of this body.
She remembered the conversation between her and Dubian Che on that day in the third week of April, when the number of love letters distinctly increased.
"Why don't you just give me your body? I'd definitely live better than you."
"Don't be too kind to others, save me the trouble!"
"Mr. Dubian, how can you talk to a teacher like that?"
"Little Mr. Xiaoquan, don't get too cocky."
After changing shoes, she didn't go to the classroom.
