At noon, during the first break, class monitor Li Qingrong suddenly found Zhang Ningzhi and Jiang Nian.
"Come over here and pick a cabinet."
"Okay." Jiang Nian, rarely normal, pulled out his chair and stood up, reaching over to pat the shoulder of Zhang Ningzhi in front of him. "Hey, the monitor wants us to pick a cabinet."
Zhang Ningzhi shrank her neck and gave an absent-minded "oh."
There is a special feature on the third floor for seniors, wall cabinets. Simply put, it's a row of metal cabinets cemented together with the mottled wall near the classroom door.
The gray, dull cabinets open up to a rectangular space inside, holding about half a desk's worth of stuff.
"Although you guys moved up before National Day, the previous classmates' things weren't taken down." Li Qingrong, naturally cold, stood aside and explained.
"They just cleared them out yesterday, there are a total of three spots, you can choose first."
