"Alright, alright."
After Shen Yuan and Li Zhi put on their raincoats in the classroom, Shen Yuan was still the one holding the umbrella.
"Zhizhi, aren't you bringing an umbrella?" Just as He Zhiyu finished asking, she saw Shen Yuan wave Li Zhi over.
"Let's go."
Li Zhi nodded, then turned to He Zhiyu and said, "I'm going with him. One umbrella is enough for the both of us."
Seeing this, He Zhiyu knew a sweet moment was coming.
The little author's keen senses immediately kicked in. She hurried to follow, not forgetting to drag the student council president, Zhuo Peipei, along with her.
The wind howled, carrying raindrops that shot through the hallway like arrows.
Shen Yuan stood at the end of the hallway, gazing at the hazy curtain of rain before him, and quickly decided to go downstairs.
The crossdraft on the third floor was exceptionally fierce. The raindrops, swept along by the wind, would surely hurt if they hit your face.
