"Really?" Fu Yu suddenly stood up, his hands propped on the desk, his head leaning towards Zhen Yu's side face.
Zhen Yu was taking out her textbooks for the next class, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw him approaching, and reflexively turned her head to lie down on the desk, creating some distance between them.
Fu Yu paused, exchanged glances with Zhen Yu, who was lying on the desk, his eyes flickering a few times, and then silently sat back down.
Zhen Yu, hearing the sound of the desk and chair behind her, didn't move for a while before finally sitting up expressionlessly.
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The second class was Chinese, and the Chinese teacher, around thirty and rather pretty, was quite long-winded.
The bell rang, and Teacher Cheng, heels clicking, took small steps towards the podium, holding a stack of quiz papers in her arms.
As the Chinese class representative started distributing the papers, Teacher Cheng began her commentary.
