The classroom fell silent, everyone waiting with bated breath.
It seemed that every time they observed the class representative's program, it had become a kind of spice for the classroom atmosphere.
Compared to her, someone stood nonchalantly in the middle of the aisle, operating the computer with one hand, seemingly in the midst of debugging.
That guy had thick skin and wished nothing more than to let the whole world know that he had been secretly in love with her since they were young.
Jiang Shuyao silently lowered her head and took out her phone to open WeChat, sending a message.
No sooner had she sent the message than a cold breeze swept by her side, and when she looked again, Pei Yan had already taken his computer to the podium.
He hadn't seen the WeChat message.
Jiang Shuyao was frustrated.
Up above, Old Man Jiang took a sip of water from his thermos and stood beside the podium to make room for the class representative.
