...There's definitely something off about this deskmate girl.
She could very well be the key clue to this instance.
Su Ming'an didn't dare meet her strange gaze again, and even though he felt her eyes on him like a chill wind, he turned his head away, cautiously packed his bag, and immediately stood up and walked out.
As he exited and turned the corner, he saw his Chinese teacher standing stiffly at the corner, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.
Deep-set in the teacher's eye sockets were a pair of black eyes, so dark it was extreme. The large stature of his projected a shadow that instantly spread down, completely obscuring the thick sunset light.
"...Let's go, Su Jian, to my office. The essay critique prepared especially for you is about to start," the Chinese teacher said with a sinister smile, his face shadowed.
Behind Su Ming'an, steady footsteps could be heard. Shen Xue stood up stiffly from her seat, blocking his path to retreat.
