Nie Yan savored the rare moments of solitude with Xie Yao, enjoying this faint sense of warmth. Speaking just a word or two occasionally made him feel very content, as relationships had to be developed slowly, and couldn't be rushed.
"Classes are starting, everyone should head to the changing room to get dressed," a classmate glanced at the time and said.
The students all stood up, chatting in small groups as they made their way out of the classroom one after another.
The class was to be held in the gym next to the classroom, which was quite spacious, about five or six hundred square meters, big enough to accommodate several hundred people. It was certainly sufficient for their class, which had a little over thirty attendees in total.
