She was packing up her bag after class.
All other classmates had disappeared to the dining hall for food except her.
At this moment, a man with an upright figure walked from the podium towards her, asking with a gentle smile, "Not eating yet?"
"Mr. Zhao? I can't find my meal card, I'll go later."
Hearing this, Zhao Xun did not hesitate to pull out his meal card and say, "Use mine."
Ye Sheng was taken aback and then declined, "How can that be? Yours is a teacher's card. If I use this card to get food, I'll be notorious by tomorrow."
After all, he was the object of countless girls' admiration.
Being singled out in this way would surely breed jealousy.
Seeing through her thoughts, Zhao Xun gave a helpless smile, and an unconscious indulgence showed in his eyes: "Don't worry, this is a student card."
His warmth made Ye Sheng's heart flutter.
She warned herself not to misinterpret, as Mr. Zhao was generally gentle towards all students.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhao."
