C1447 Rose Boy Riding the Wind

There was a sudden gust of wind outside the window, and the glass rattled.

Lin Fengxu, who sat in the last row, rested his right hand on the table while holding his cheek. His left hand held a pen as he wrote and drew on the draft book.

He was actually a lefty.

"Then we'll start the class. Shen Yang, you go sit at Lin Fengxu's place. Your textbooks haven't been sent out yet