“Let’s go!” Zhou Qianlin had become a natural sitting on the back seat of the bicycle. Lan Jue pushed the bike forward off the tip of his toes.
Lan Jue was garbed in simple attire; blue jeans, white leisure shoes and a white shirt. Simple and stylish.
Sitting behind him, Zhou Qianlin asked, “How long have you been waiting?”
“Only a little bit,” he replied.
“When’s your second class?”
“Actually there won’t be a second class for a little while,” Lan Jue said. “I was actually just going to tell you, I’m afraid I’m going to have to play hookie for a little while.”
“Huh?” Zhou Qianlin shot a confused gaze at his back.
He continued. “There’s a matter I have to deal with. I was just at the teaching affairs office asking for leave.”
For a moment she was speechless, but eventually found her voice. “You have one class, then ask for leave? Aren’t you afraid the school will dismiss you?”
