Jiang Nian grinned silently.
He looked at the pale-faced Wang Yuhe, thinking... Showing off? I'll let you fly!
Wang Yuhe, for the sake of face, was also holding out to the end.
"Hmph, who's... afraid of who!"
The lunch break bell rang, and Chen Yunyun sat beside her for a while. She also took Wang Yuhe back to her seat to get ready for homework.
The classroom was quiet, and the winter sun was slanting in.
Time flew by, nearing 1:50 PM.
The main entrance gathered a lot of commuting students, all waiting for the door to open. Among them, many gazes occasionally glanced in one direction.
At the end of their gaze stood a cool figure.
Li Qingrong had fair skin and a tall stature.
Her gaze was deep, staring off into a space. Her facial expression seemed a bit cold, as if it was written with "Keep Off".
After changing seats, no matter how she tried to adapt, she couldn't get used to it. To be precise, she wasn't used to having free time.
