Ning Xiao had also packed up his things when he heard Tang Ming calling out.
Turning around, he indeed saw Bai Lian's cold, pale face with a chilly expression, his eyes dangerously narrowed. Even without speaking, Ning Xiao felt the cold.
The usual laziness was gone.
Ning Xiao grabbed the strap of Tang Ming's backpack, his gloomy eyes showing a hint of light through his black hair, his tone calm, "I'm giving you a spot, why are you shouting? Get out first."
It was very serious, the voice also very loud.
Tang Ming let out an "oh" and toned down his voice.
Bai Lian's slender fingers gripped his backpack, only then did he look away and walked towards the door, his posture slightly scattered.
The two followed him.
The entire lecture room watched the three of them leave, and only when they were out of sight did they look at each other.
"What did Tang Ming just say?"
Someone spoke as if in a fantasy.
"It seems... it seems like he said, Bai Lian is giving him the spot."