It's already twenty past five. When encountering a teacher who doesn't like to drag out classes, finishing class at this time is totally reasonable.
Lan Hualuo was already pulling Lu Cheng out. The others didn't feel it was right to say much, but Lan Hualuo poked half his body back through the door after exiting:
"Xiao Xie, help tidy up Lu Cheng's workstation."
Xie Yuan'an's eyelids fluttered, yet without hesitation, he flashed a smile and compliantly replied, "Sure, Professor Lan."
Neither the sunrise nor sunset could illuminate the corridor inside the skill testing room, though a white incandescent lamp less than half a meter overhead brightly lit it up.
Lu Cheng and Lan Hualuo's shadows had nowhere to hide. Lan Hualuo stood with hands on hips, gazing at Lu Cheng with full admiration: "Xiao Lu, it's been years since we last met."
