"Ding ling ling ling—"
The electronic bell rang, pulling Lin Nianhe back to reality, and she said to Su Yuncheng with a blushed face: "You go sit in the back for now, class is about to start."
Su Yuncheng coughed lightly twice, turned his head, and quickly walked to the last row, sitting down on the bench in the corner.
He stared at the smoothly planed desk without any splinters, only to feel a swarm of words fluttering before his eyes. They tried to form sentences but always failed.
Lin Nianhe, on the other hand, busied herself with organizing her textbooks. She noticed a lunch box on her desk and didn't know who it belonged to.
She didn't touch it, waited for a while, then glanced at the time again.
Two minutes had passed since the class bell rang; why hadn't any of the students in her class returned?
Even if the others played too much, Niuwa would definitely come back on time.
