The school bell rang. Everyone withdrew their gazes and returned to their seats.
Only two minutes passed, but the teacher did not arrive in time. Many people started chatting again.
Ji Jing didn't know anyone in this class, and she couldn't tell if their gazes were friendly or malicious, so she simply looked out the window aimlessly.
Occasionally, a soft sound drifted into her ears.
"Is she the transfer student?"
"Right? What's her relationship with Ji Yao?"
"They don't look alike. They should just have the same surname."
"What are the programs for the opening ceremony later?"
"It should still be those. Outstanding students give speeches, the dance club produces dance programs, and the orchestra seems to have a program this time."
"Didn't the drama club go on stage?"
"I heard that they seem to have changed the program to the school anniversary."
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