In the end, Lu xiuche understood him. He suddenly slammed the table and said,""This is bad ... He can't be skipping class, right?"
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At that moment, Yue tingfeng, who had just left the school, hailed a cab and went straight to qingsi's school.
Ever since he entered high school, Yue tingfeng rarely went to qingsi's school. He had almost never been there.
When they arrived at the entrance of the elementary school, the old guard was still there. Seeing that Yue tingfeng knew him, he let him in enthusiastically.
At that time, the primary school was having their last morning class. When Yue tingfeng went there, school was about to end.
Yue tingfeng stood outside the door and peeked in. He soon saw qingsi.
She was sitting in the middle, in the third row. She sat there with her back straight and her hair tied up in a ponytail. She listened attentively and her eyes were focused on the teacher in the class. She took notes from time to time.
