The moment she stepped into the classroom, she saw Tang Xiaowan waving at her, almost as if she wanted to stand up.
Her smile was so bright, as if something wonderful had happened!
Chen Yu: "..."
Her palms started to sweat, and the mere 15 meters to her desk seemed incredibly long.
What will the others think of me?
The birthmark on my neck must be so ugly, right?
Chen Yu sneaked a glance, then quickly lowered her head.
Everyone was busy, either prepping for class or whispering among themselves; no one paid any attention to Chen Yu removing her Square Scarf, not even sparing her a glance.
Even Song Jiaqi, who was usually the biggest gossip, was engrossed in her phone, oblivious to the world.
Chen Yu advanced to her seat bit by bit, feeling not only anxious but also a bit disappointed, suddenly deeming herself insignificant, having thought she would be facing a new wave of ridicule.
Thankfully, Xiao Wan was waiting for me!
No, there was also Chen Nan, and Song Chaoran?