From here, one would pass by all the classes from Class 1 to Class 8. As it was far from Class 9, she and her classmates would basically not go by this way.
Lu Ning deliberately delayed for some time; everyone would essentially be in their classrooms by this time.
As she climbed the stairs, she spotted a large puddle of water at the entrance of the washroom which had not been cleaned up.
Lu Ning's gaze darkened as she surveyed the three classrooms on her left.
Class 1, Class 2, Class 3.
She inched forward slowly.
When she passed by Class 1, it was very quiet. The only sounds were the flipping of pages and the scribbling of pens. She peeked to her side, and saw that almost no one noticed her.
She continued walking.
There was quite a clamor coming from Class 2.
Lu Ning's ears keenly picked up a specific name.
"An'an, your pencil case is so pretty; no way, is that diamond on it real?!"
