She lifted her head and glanced unintentionally at the teacher on the podium who was also packing up his teaching materials, preparing to leave. A young male teacher, wearing glasses and dressed in a white shirt, looked very refined.
She couldn't help but imagine that it was Ji Chicheng standing on the podium.
As the teacher packed up and left, Ji Anning also snapped back to reality. That brief moment of longing had deepened her yearning for Ji Chicheng.
Unable to resist, she took out her mobile phone, glanced around—the classroom was almost empty—and then she texted Ji Chicheng.
"Uncle, next time you come back, can I attend your class, okay?"
After sending the message, she couldn't help but fantasize about him standing on the podium with her sitting below.
That scene, sketched out in her mind, was like a breath of spring, and her heart longed for it immensely.
She wished the next minute, the next second, would arrive immediately.
