Chapter 555 Class 8 "Hanhan! You're already first in the grade, why are you still studying, still studying? Why are you so hardworking! You're so pretty, why are you still working so hard? Are you trying to make us ordinary people live?"

A slender little hand suddenly braced itself on the edge of Lin Han's desk, interrupting her thoughts.

Yang Huihui had just finished gossiping with the girls in the back row, her face still flushed, and her breathing a little rapid. When she leaned close to Lin Han, her ponytail lightly brushed against her arm.

"Let me tell you, everyone in the group is speculating whether Gu Luo will transfer to our class. Do you think it's possible? If he does come, you'll be the school beauty and Gu Luo will be the school heartthrob, and our class will become the focus of the whole school."

Lin Han slowly raised her head, her gaze shifting from the pages of the book to Yang Huihui's excited little face.

Her eyes were clear, like glass beads submerged in water, without any ripples. She simply blinked gently, her voice soft, carrying a hint of languor as if she had just stepped out of a book.

"I don't know, they're all the same."

"How can they be the same!"

Yang Huihui grew anxious and simply sat back down in her seat, patting her textbook. "That's Gu Shen! He's super handsome, it would be so much fun to be in the same class as him! Besides, don't you want to see if he's really as amazing as the rumors say?"

Lin Han listened, her fingertips lightly touching the pages of the book again, a slight smile curving her lips, but she didn't say anything more.

She lowered her head again, her gaze returning to the textbook. But this time, her eyes lingered on the words for a few seconds, yet she couldn't concentrate—the name Luo Shuning inexplicably flashed through her mind, and she recalled the rumors the girls had just been talking about about "Gu Luo and Luo Shuhe breaking up." She pursed her lips slightly, but quickly relaxed them again.

The sunlight outside the window shifted again, landing on the top of her hair and turning a wisp of hair hanging by her cheek a light gold.

The surrounding discussion continued, and when Yang Huihui saw that she wasn't interested, she turned around and started chatting with other girls. Only Lin Han remained sitting there, quietly flipping through her book, like a piece of warm jade in the noisy classroom, creating her own tranquil world.

The discussion in the classroom about whether Gu Luo would come to Class 8 hadn't died down when a sudden uproar erupted from the other end of the corridor—a commotion filled with excitement mixed with regret, like someone had suddenly sprinkled a handful of candy and then immediately taken most of it away.

"Quick! Go check it out!"

Yang Huihui reacted the fastest, grabbing the sleeve of the girl next to her and rushing to the window near the corridor.

Several other girls followed suit, crowding around the narrow windowsill, their fingertips gripping the edge of the window frame, tiptoeing as they peered down the corridor.

Sunlight streamed down from the skylight in the corridor, casting a long, familiar shadow.

It was Principal Gao Jiefeng. Principal Gao, along with the vice principal and the grade director, were leading Gu Luo and Shen Qingling through each classroom.

Shen Qingling followed beside Gu Luo, the hem of her school uniform skirt swaying gently with her steps. Black stockings encased her slender calves, and she held a light pink hair tie in her hand, occasionally raising her hand to tuck stray hairs that fell to her cheeks behind her ears.

It is so beautiful it is beyond description.

Every time I passed a classroom, several heads would pop out of the windows.

As I passed Class Two, the girl inside the window practically leaned half her body out, her voice tinged with a hint of coquettish regret:

"Principal! Why don't you come to our class! Gu Luo, please come to our class!"

Some boys secretly whistled at Shen Qingling, only to shrink back sheepishly after being glared at by the homeroom teacher.

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