It was Monday again the following day. Perhaps because of the dream of the night before, Su Junxin unusually overslept.
By the time she panted her way to the classroom, the bell had already been ringing for five minutes.
Fortunately, the teacher supervising morning self-study today was the most amiable Chinese teacher; she didn't say anything about her lateness and let her off with an easy wave of her hand.
Hurrying to her seat, she whispered a greeting to Qin You as she sat down.
Qin You looked up, shifting his gaze from his textbook to her face, and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
While flipping through her book, Su Junxin shook her head, "Didn't have time to eat... Are we reciting today?"
Without answering her, Qin You reached into his drawer, pulled out an apple, and placed it on her desk.
A little taken aback, she looked up at him, "Thank you."
Qin You lowered his gaze and gave a slight nod.
