One month later.
In the classroom of Year Three Class 1 of Jiangbin High School.
Teacher Ye was talking incessantly on the podium and would smack her hand against the blackboard from time to time to wake them up.
Han Jiangxue was sitting in the last row of the class and resting her face on one while staring at the empty seat in front of her, slowly spacing out.
As a scholarly student who often achieved wonderful grades, she was rarely so distracted during lessons.
While you're standing on the bridge and enjoying the scenery, someone else is looking at you from below.
On the other side, Xia Yan pretended to be writing notes in her notebook, but she wasn't paying attention to the teacher at all. She smoothed her slightly messy chestnut-colored hair with one hand and secretly glanced at Han Jiangxue seated near her.
