Out of curiosity, Xu Tingting picked up the spitball and spread it out. On it was a line of words written in bold. It seemed to be the handwriting of a man.
The content was very clear-cut. It was the address of a college. It also indicated the department and the level.
Could this be the contact address of the senior?
But who gave this to her?
Xu Tingting pursed her red lips. It was definitely not given to her by her senior. It did not make sense that she saw the spitball only now. In that case, it must be given to her by someone in the classroom.
The handwriting on the spitball had bold and powerful strokes. It was obviously written by a man. It would not be a woman's handwriting. Xu Tingting felt that it must be written by Chen Jun.
"…" Xu Tingting grounded her teeth and looked at Qiao Nan. However, Qiao Nan was looking at her books. She did not even glance her way.
