He then faintly brushed off the dust on his coat.
He adjusted the collar of his jacket, casually dusting it off like nothing happened. Like he didn't just climb over a wall and almost give her a heart attack.
Lu Qingyan opened her mouth. Closed it.
Honestly, how was she supposed to respond to that?
Still, a duty was a duty.
She took a second to re-center herself and slapped her clipboard against her palm for dramatic effect. Steeling her expression into something vaguely resembling the moral backbone of a school prefect, she waved at the gleaming badge on her chest and declared solemnly, "Classmate, not only are you late, but you also jumped the wall. Your name will have to be recorded."
Very official. Very serious. Very professional.
Wang Jingyuan line of sight swept over the badge on Lu Qingyan's chest, then glanced at the forms embraced within her arms.
At the same moment, Lu Qingyan's gaze flickered over his right arm, where bandages were faintly exposed.
