Jiang Nian was out of it the whole morning.
Except for those in love, hardly anyone in senior year wants to be in class. It's even worse on rainy days; the classroom is stuffy with a bunch of odd smells.
Besides stepping out with Zhang Ningzhi to get some fresh air in the morning, or filling up on hot water, nothing else seemed interesting.
The rest is just tired, tired, tired, then collapsing onto the desk and falling asleep in a second. Once a bit of energy is regained, class starts again, draining it all over before replenishing, repeating endlessly.
Jiang Nian just woke up and noticed the class leader walking down the aisle. It seemed like Li Qingrong sensed his gaze because she even turned her head to meet his eyes momentarily.
No denying it, the class leader's looks are outstanding.
He watched her; Li Qingrong wasn't wearing her uniform, just a gray and white jacket which made her look so youthful. Her hairstyle was nice too, a neat low ponytail.
