The man's face was close at hand, Lin Zhiyi held her breath and involuntarily tightened her scarf.
In order not to let him see, she shifted her gaze away, draped the scarf around his neck, and then pointed at his collar.
"Tuck it in, cover the damp spot on your clothes."
Gong Chen looked down, his eyes seemingly a bit desolate, but he didn't take advantage of the situation and dressed himself properly.
A moment later, the two entered Building 2 and found Class Senior Three Grade Three.
Standing by the window, the classroom was clear at a glance.
There were five or six girls sitting, chatting in pairs.
Except for one girl who was earnestly doing her test paper, realizing someone was outside the window, she glanced up.
After briefly making eye contact with Lin Zhiyi for two seconds, she quickly lowered her head, her hand holding the pen trembling slightly.