"Class begins."
With Xie Xiya as her spiritual support, Gu Ran felt terrifyingly strong.
The kind that wouldn't lose even to Bo from the left side!
"Gu Ran." The petite female Chinese language teacher, who was serious and did not smile often, looked at the student closest to the trash can.
Gu Ran stood up, overlooking the classroom, never feeling it was this small before.
"It seems to speak of a lifetime of unfulfilled aspirations." After saying this, the Chinese teacher assumed a listening expression.
"With a bow of the head, the hands continue to play, expressing the endless matters of the heart." Xie Xiya whispered softly, her lips needing to curl slightly for some syllables, and at that moment, her lips would just graze Gu Ran's ear.
As if touching, yet not.
Gu Ran couldn't recite "Pipa Song" originally, and at this moment, he even forgot whether it was a Chinese or a math class.
Xie Xiya glanced at Gu Ran in front of her.
