Inside the car, Fei Chuan watched the video posted in the school's forum repeatedly. He observed as the five students poured soup over their heads, their expressions miserable. It was satisfying to watch.
When the screen briefly showed Bei Sangyun, Fei Chuan unconsciously paused it.
On the screen, Bei Sangyun had her arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the camera. She looked as arrogant as ever.
Fei Chuan stared at her.
His mind wandered back to the earlier scene.
When the bell rang to signal the end of class, Bei Sangyun suddenly pulled her chair back to its original position.
Fei Chuan pretended not to care about her action and began packing his belongings into his bag. However, his full attention remained on her.
"Fei Chuan."
His hand paused. He looked up and met Bei Sangyun's gaze, waiting for her to speak.
