Liang Molai didn't seem to care about what these people said. Instead, he walked forward carelessly and took Jian Qianqian's hand intimately.

"You're back to school! We were so bored without you!"

As Liang Molai spoke, he ignored the gazes of others and pulled Jian Qianqian back to the classroom.

Class 3 of Grade 12 is a key class in the school, but the students in the class are clearly divided.

The front row is full of top students, and the back row... is full of key students who paid to get in.

Jian Qianqian's seat was originally at the very back window, but when Liang Molai pulled Jian Qianqian in, he timidly stood at the door.

Jian Qianqian looked over and saw that the entire classroom wall was covered with curse words written in paint.

As for Jian Qianqian's desk, it was scribbled on and no longer resembled its original state, as if someone had replaced its owner.

Liang Molai originally wanted to comfort Jian Qianqian, but when she looked at Jian Qianqian, she found that Jian Qianqian couldn't help laughing.

"This method of venting anger is really low-level!"

Jian Qianqian commented bluntly that this table was not hers, and this wall was not hers either, but she was scribbling on it as if it could hurt her.

Jian Qianqian's cell phone rang. Jian Qianqian picked it up and saw two text messages.

Dr. T. D: When can we meet in person? We are very interested in what you have to say, but as you know, this information is of great significance, and we cannot fully trust you based on online communication alone.

[Baby, are you back to school? You must be in a lot of trouble. Seriously, consider it. We are always willing to help you!]