The last lesson.
Since school was about to end, and it was the politics class that was least popular among students, there was an air of restlessness in the classroom.
Wang Daming stared at the watch eagerly, feeling that his eyes were sore before moving it just a little bit.
He raised his head melancholy and subconsciously looked at her who was sitting a seat away - her hair was tied up... So cute...
Perhaps because of the chicken blood rushing to his brain, he quickly wrote a small note and quietly motioned to the next table to pass the note to her.
The neighbor at the table said OK to Wang Daming, kept the note privately, imitated her handwriting calmly, and returned it to Wang Daming.