At Xinghai University in September, the leaves on the plane trees had just begun to turn yellow. Sunlight streamed through the branches onto the crowds hurrying to class. With two thick copies of Introduction to Journalism tucked under her arm and half a slice of toast in her mouth, Su Xiaoxing sprinted toward Room 203 in Teaching Building Three.
“Xuewei, you're going to be the death of me... You wanted to watch that Korean drama and made me go to class for you, and now the professor just has to take attendance today...” She ran, wailing inwardly.
She dashed through the back door just in time, ducked low, and slipped into a seat in the last row. At the lectern, Professor Li, a man in his fifties, was unhurriedly opening the attendance book. She breathed a sigh of relief, took Lin Wei's student ID from her bag, and got ready to answer for her.
