Jiang Nian glanced at the classroom door but didn't go in immediately.
Seeing this, he turned around and walked away, heading down to the first floor.
He glanced at the comprehensive office door and saw Qingbao tidying up the apples on her desk with a headache expression.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Teacher?"
Upon hearing this, Qingbao turned to glance at the door.
"Hmm?"
She looked at Jiang Nian and then at the two apples in his hand. She thought Jiang Nian was going to give her apples, and suddenly she had a headache.
"I don't eat apples."
"Oh, I don't like them either." Jiang Nian ran to her desk and placed the apples on her workstation, "Just leaving them here for a bit."
"Huh?" Qingbao was puzzled.
"Someone else gave them to me, and there's no room for them in the classroom." Jiang Nian spoke frankly, "Leaving them here with you, I'll pick them up tomorrow."
"Oh, I see." Qingbao nodded.
