The man delivering the flowers suddenly shouted her name, Yan Xinxin, and instantly, dozens of pairs of eyes in the classroom all turned toward her.
Yan Xinxin felt an invisible and chilling coldness rushing toward her.
"Huh? Class hasn't even started yet! Why's it so quiet?"
Lan Xuan, holding her textbooks, strolled in leisurely from the doorway.
"Whoa! Such a huge bouquet of roses? Whose are they?"
Surprised, Lan Xuan leaned in for a closer look.
"Wow! Xinxin! They're for you! Is it from your ol—"
Halfway through her sentence, Lan Xuan wisely stopped herself in time during the most critical moment.
Raising her head, she finally noticed Mo Chuxi already standing by the lectern, his tall figure exuding an imposing aura.
Hiss...
It's summer, so why does it feel so cold here!
"Ring ring ring—"
The class bell rang right on time.
Lan Xuan didn't delay and walked toward Yan Xinxin with her textbooks in hand.
