Yu Tongjie went up to the fourth floor, the entire open corridor was a mess, with wet water stains all over the floor.
The cold wind blew, and he tightened his coat.
He looked up just in time to see Li Qingrong's silhouette entering the class, and his mood improved somewhat.
He put away his umbrella and entered the classroom.
Li Qingrong's seat was in the first group, not far from his own seat. Due to the three-person per row setup, the classroom space was cramped, and the aisle was super narrow.
How to say it, the zero class's aisle was wide enough for five people to kiss.
The privileged treatment for the top students.
After all, each of them was outstanding with scores starting at 985, the pride of Zhenan Middle School. The two classes together had fewer than eighty people, and even had two-person dorms for boarding students.
