Lu Mian quickly retracted her gaze lazily. Her eyes had coldness, distance and brightness unlike Lu Xinnuan's.
Ding Cai pulled a chair over for Lu Mian.
"Lu Mian, how did you do in your examinations?"
Lu Mian's almond-like eyes became dazed.
"It's either you let me tutor you, or you draw on our classroom's blackboard this afternoon."
Lu Xinnuan smiled seemingly. Let Lu Mian draw?
She had not touched drawing materials in more than ten years.
When Sun Jiaying heard this, she seemed to remember something and asked, "Is our classroom's blackboard finished?"
She was busy preparing the speech for the pep rally and did not have time to care about such miscellaneous items.
"Teacher, it's all done." Lu Xinnuan smiled.
"I'm confident in your work."
Su Jue looked up from his script with a strange expression, but he did not say anything.
