He carefully walked to the first row of the lecture theater and walked down, even though he knew that the people in front of him would not notice that there was no one else in the classroom except for them. Compared with the noise outside the corridor, it was so quiet that only the squeaking sound of chalk scratched on the dark green glass remained.
Fine white powder floated with the dance of his right hand, falling into the man's hair and shoulders. As he wrote, he was covered with snow. The man was wearing a gray-blue plaid suit today. His shoulders were not very obvious, but he had short black hair, like plums covered with white sugar frosting.
Although she is obviously not very old, Fen Shuang has caused her to become too old.
Duan Xuenian no longer thought about taking notes. He cupped his chin and stared at the man's back with the corners of his mouth raised. With his back to Duan Xuenian, the man stretched out his left hand and erased the calculations on the blackboard on the left.
"——Ah!" Duan Xuenian exhaled unexpectedly at this sudden movement, and his chin fell out of his palm. What was erased happened to be the last few items in this class, the calculations that he had missed.
The people on the podium seemed to realize that they were still in the classroom and turned around.
In the spring breeze of February and March, the lingering cold air rushed into the room, and the rolled-up sleeves passed between the eyes of the man and Duan Xuenian.
The plum blossoms covered in white frosting and the gray-blue plaid suit jacket were covered with one, two, three or four pieces of peach blossom in Duan Xuenian's sight.
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