d to the next classroom. Only the multimedia projector was still o

" Thang Chi gently pushed the letter back, the

r eyes turning red, wet with tears like a lost w

iority right now should be studying, being a student. Your first ideal should be to aim for national compensation. E

, and the other subjects also scored the max

feeling old, out of tune w

ce coming from the classroom door, refined and clear, sounding like the only c

s Qua

old-rimmed glasses, rarely seen, were perched on her nose, adding a few hints of elegance to her breath. Her hair

t pink protective suit, worn on her body, was not abrupt at

took Thang Chi's hand, e

n stood beside Thang Chi, smiling naturally, pay

feeling a bit awkward, as if picking her up after school w

m, her face filled with astonishment, finally sp

ttle quieter," then bent down, her four eyes fixed o

ed, what a sit

still recognized. How would she br

uld Thang Chi kn

really a mes

arrassment at all. The girl was completely fixated on Qua Han, he

vigorously nodded her head, almost wanting to jump up from the grou

ved back and forth between Thang Chi and Qua Han many times, finally mustering up her determination and saying softly: "Teacher Thang,

know what to say, but the woman besi

ing with wi

er head in agreement, laug

y up the lesson and turn off the multimedia projector. Only then

pick you up, conveniently wanting to taste An Dai's canteen f