In the following days, Wu Lingyu deliberately avoided any chance to be alone with Xu Qingfan and even ignored him when others were around.
But since she was naturally reticent, neither Xia Xiaoxiao nor Xiao Ruawen noticed anything unusual.
Xu Qingfan could only wryly reflect three times daily: "Have I restrained my desires today? Have I restrained my desires today? Have I restrained my desires today?"
Before he knew it, three days had passed.
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"This poem 'Dreaming of My Mingled Sorrows Left at Mount Tiantai' will be included in next week's mid-term exam for the ancient poetry section, so everyone should take some time to memorize it after class," the Chinese teacher said, standing on the podium with one hand behind his back while the other wrote flowing characters on the blackboard.
"Ah~"