C1528 Rose Boy Riding the Wind 96
Footsteps sounded in the corridor. The students of Class 9 thought it was Shen Yang. Each of them picked up their books and sat up straight, like concubines waiting for their cards to turn.
Lin Fengxu sat in a seat where he could be the first to see the people walk by. Everyone in class pretended to be staring at their books seriously, only Lin Fengxu was still lazily leaning against the table
