At that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open. Xiao Ling stood at the doorway, panting heavily, "Sorry… sorry, I'm late."
Ling Yue glanced at her coldly, "If you're late again, don't bother coming."
Xiao Ling repeatedly apologized, then mustered the courage to walk to the corner and sit down.
For a moment, countless curious or entertained gazes in the room landed on her.
The commotion in the cafeteria at noon yesterday had caused quite a stir. The sophomore students weren't isolated from the world; they were on the same forum, so of course, they knew about it.
Xiao Ling had previously been somewhat of a celebrity, but this time she had embarrassed herself so thoroughly that even she felt her cheeks burning. She wished she could dig a hole and disappear into it.
But there was no choice; she couldn't abandon her work for the student council. Even if she had to force herself, she had to show up.
