At the start of the school, Yue Qingqing entered the classroom and saw a group frantically catching up on their homework.
Sighs echoed back and forth, as the joyful holidays eventually had to be paid back.
Zhuang Lan was being besieged by pleas.
"Brother! I still have a few pages not copied, could you collect them later?"
The impartial Zhuang Lan glanced at the person, ready to say something when suddenly a voice came from outside the door.
"Zhuang Lan, someone is looking for you."
As a loner, Zhuang Lan was rarely called out, which piqued the curiosity of many who were copying homework; they looked up towards the door.
Standing outside were a boy and a girl.
The resemblance in their eyes and brows suggested they were related by blood.
The girl's hair just brushed her shoulders, sleek and lustrous, accentuating her petite face.
Her eyes were large, strikingly stunning at first sight.
The boy had similar features, but his hair was short.
