On the following morning during early self-study, the crisp chirping of birds could faintly be heard from outside the window.
Gu Jianlin sat in his designated seat, silently eating a hamburger while staring at his phone in a daze.
All around him, the sound of pen tips scraping against exam papers filled the room.
The notoriously strict Director Wang was on leave, and the newly appointed acting class teacher barely managed any supervision. Still, the students in the classroom were mostly self-motivated, unwilling to mess around with their futures—after all, the college entrance exams were just two months away.
The only exception was Su Youzhu, who had already slumped across her desk in deep sleep.
Early this morning, Gu Jianlin had asked her for the so-called love letter and stared at its handwriting for a long time.
The confessional content at the beginning was essentially nonsense, but the final few lines clearly carried a hint of threat or a warning.
