Li Qingrong looked up and glanced at the front door of the classroom.
The corridor was dimly lit.
Ji Ming called Jiang Nian over and stood by the large pillar. They mumbled something, but it wasn't clear what.
She rested her head on her hand and looked at the two of them calmly.
The grade leader had a tangled expression, as if he wanted to say something. His expression showed he was hesitating, wanting to speak but holding back.
As for that young man, he feigned ignorance.
Li Qingrong just glanced at him and knew Jiang Nian was doing it on purpose. She couldn't help but smile, but then pressed her lips together.
"Idiot."
Outside the classroom, Ji Ming looked at Jiang Nian, a good student whom the school leadership paid attention to, and slowly began to speak.
"If the pressure is too much, you can try talking to the Psychological Commissioner."
"Teacher, I am the Psychological Commissioner."
