Zi Liang slowly turned his neck to look up.
He saw a face pressed tightly against the glass of the window above, grinning and staring at him.
The windows on the classroom wall facing the corridor were more than a person's height from the floor; a normal person wouldn't be able to press their face against the glass up there.
The moment he made eye contact with the face, Zi Liang immediately withdrew his head and ducked under the table.
Seeing this, Willow not supporting wind seemed to understand and subtly raised her head, glancing in the direction Zi Liang had just been staring.
However, the space beneath the table was too cramped for two people. With several chairs blocking their view, Willow not supporting wind couldn't see outside either.
"What is it?" she mouthed at Zi Liang.
In the cramped space, Zi Liang pointed upward with a stiff hand and mouthed, "Over there..."
