As Tang Xing left, the classroom suddenly fell silent. Lu Chen gestured to her, "There are still ten minutes left, let's head out first."
Jiang Shuyao nodded, and the two of them left the classroom one after the other.
Descending two flights of stairs, at the corner of the ground floor was Class 2. Inside, it was empty. Desks were askew, and books and papers littered the floor, making it look no different from a garbage dump, an unbearable sight.
Unintentionally, Lu Chen found the girl behind him had fallen far behind. Turning around, he asked with a smile, "What, are you particularly interested in Class 2's classroom?"
After the incident at North Alley, Jiang Shuyao knew that with Lu Chen's intelligence, he must have guessed that she and Pei Yan were old acquaintances. His question just now seemed a bit like he was deliberately steering the topic that way.
From this, Jiang Shuyao also thought of another issue.