The boys from Class 4 leaned against the corridor railing, gazing at the dim night scene.
Among the boys in the back row, only Chen Tianming was absent. Even Bai Bufan was still around.
Actually, Lin Li wasn't too annoyed. He had been holding this little hand for quite a while. With everyone's eyes adjusting to the darkness, it wasn't suitable to do anything else; if interrupted, then so be it.
Lin Li was just reflecting and regretting a bit: Should he have taken advantage of the darkest moment to plant one right on Chen Yu Ying's face?
Wang Ze had also returned from the second-year teaching building, but he hadn't done anything—because there was a teacher in Qian Ying's class tonight. Upon seeing the teacher on the phone at the entrance, Wang Ze turned back even faster than Lin Li.
As for why Chen Tianming was absent, Thursday night was usually competition tutoring time, so tonight he as usual went to the multimedia classroom early to grab a seat in the front row.
