School gate.
Jiang Nian gazed toward the sports field as the noise gradually faded away.
Night wind swept through, and he scraped the gravel beneath his feet with his shoe, creating a rustling sound. Occasionally, he looked in a certain direction, silently waiting.
Soon, Li Qingrong arrived.
She was carrying a fabric tote bag, her posture upright. She stopped in front of Jiang Nian, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.
"I just ran into the teacher."
He tensed up, "Who?"
"The homeroom teacher. He asked where I'm going," Li Qingrong's expression didn't change, "I said I didn't want to watch anymore, planning to go home."
Hearing this, Jiang Nian took a sharp breath and asked tentatively.
"Did Old Liu say anything to you?"
"No, the teacher asked me to stay safe," Li Qingrong said, "and then asked if I wanted to wait for a bit, he'd drive me home."
Jiang Nian: "..."
Old Liu, you make me feel estranged.
