On the circular running track, the tall figure of a young boy inched closer toward Jiang Shuyao.
His short black hair was smartly cut, and beneath his dark brows, those clear, bright eyes quietly watched ahead, his profile stoic, betraying no hint of emotion.
The hardness about him softened instantly when he saw Jiang Shuyao.
His gaze lingered on her for a second.
Then, he looked away, casually tugging at the corner of his mouth as he continued running forward, his strides becoming relaxed and light, as if being punished was a joyous affair.
In the administrative building on the other side, the Dean of Discipline stood with arms crossed in front of the surveillance monitors, pointing at the girl in the video with his finger, "Which class does that female student belong to, and why is she standing there instead of attending class?"
Qin Ming leaned in for a closer look and said uncertainly, "She kind of looks like Jiang Shuyao from Class Six."
Jiang Shuyao?