Computer class was the last lesson on Wednesday afternoon, and once the bell rang, the students were reluctant to leave—it was, after all, the happiest forty minutes of their imprisonment at school.
Xu Qingfan and his friends were not so addicted to the internet; as soon as the bell sounded, they shut down their computers, tucked the stools under the desks, slung their backpacks on, and left.
Lin Wanning, like a child who refused to grow up, slid down the stair's edges with the soles of her shoes. Qingfan found it amusing and joined in, the two smoothly descending the stairs one after the other, like performers in a circus.
"Descending the stairs this way is much faster, Brother Qingfan!" exclaimed the girl with pride once they reached the bottom.
"Falling down would be even faster," Xia Xiaoxiao said, shooting them a glance.
"Goose goose goose~ No wonder the two of you always have the most worn-out shoes; it's because of this."