"You go first."
"The headlights of the bus for Class 17 are broken. Can you help Teacher Yan stand in front and take a look when the time comes?" Wang Ziyan's smile was gentle, and he looked hopeful.
"Teacher Wang, you're really funny." Lin Li blinked.
"Although I'm finally a Wang, it's best that you, Lin Li, hope not to end up in my hands after the class separation." Wang Ziyan's smile remained unchanged.
Nansang Middle School didn't leave much sanctuary for itself, but Wang Ziyan was more interesting than Xue Jian.
At least when chatting alone with him, you wouldn't feel like walking on thin ice, of course, also because the two weren't truly teacher and student.
Other people's homeroom teachers always seem better than your own.
"Teacher, are you here to try this ride?" Lin Li asked.
