In the second class of the afternoon, a new classmate appeared in Grade Three, Class 1. This person came from the Capital City and was named Yang Fan.
As for why he came here, even the homeroom teacher Shen Yan didn't know. She just followed the principal's orders and arranged for him to join.
After a brief self-introduction, Yang Fan walked to the last row of the classroom and then found an empty seat to sit.
This time, Yang Fan sat in the corner, the last group, the last desk.
As Yang Fan passed by Chen Tianlong, Chen Tianlong glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, sensing something mysterious in his clear eyes, a feeling that was hard to decipher.
He sat quietly in the corner, took out his textbook, and read it silently, without saying a word to the people around him. Perhaps it was because he was naturally introverted, or maybe he hadn't found someone he could click with.
