Chapter Twelve School Ghost Stories 12

Lu Cen thought he made sense, but holding it like that made her hands a little sore.

The infirmary had a strong sense of everyday life, with various medicine boxes piled up and the desks messy. Before coming here, Lu Cen had the most contact with doctors, and he felt very safe here.

Su Yi'an has a sunny appearance, which makes it easy for him to gain the favor and closeness of others. He pulled up a chair and sat down, subtly observing Lu Cen.

That gaze was extremely impolite, even somewhat blatant, and made people uncomfortable.

From his smooth hair to his clear eyes, and then down to his lips, Su Yi'an stared at him for a long time, her gaze gradually deepening.

As the two walked out of the infirmary, only a sliver of sunset remained on the horizon.

Lu Cen walked very slowly, and Su Yi'an accommodated his pace, arriving at the classroom just as evening self-study began.

Xie Lin walked in against the wind, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a delicate watch on his wrist, and the glasses he wore were the first time I'd ever seen them on him. He exuded an air of refined and asceticism.

Upon seeing this, Lu Cen felt a throbbing headache and looked at the class schedule for the first time.

This class, and the next one, were all Xie Lin's classes. Lu Cen sighed and could only tell himself to pretend that Xie Lin didn't exist, so he kept his head down and stared at his book the whole time.

"Lu Cen." As class was about to end, Xie Lin called his name, his tone perfectly normal, yet somehow carrying an unusual undertone.

Lu Cen felt a chill run down his spine, wondering what kind of trouble he was up to.

Xie Lin said in a calm tone, "Go to the office and get the test papers. They're the assignments I left for you. Hand them in by tomorrow afternoon. You can collect them."

Su Yi'an: "I'll go, Lu Cen isn't feeling well today."

Xie Lin didn't care and nodded.

After everyone left, Xie Lin walked over to Lu Cen. He seemed to be wearing cologne today, a light, almost imperceptible scent: "Where do you feel unwell?"

Lu Cen: "I bumped my stomach."

Is it serious?

"Nothing serious."

"Do you need to go to the infirmary?"

"I've been there."

"You went by yourself?"

Lu Cen found him annoying, wondering why he asked so many questions, but she had no choice but to answer: "Someone went with me."

"Su Yi'an."

He dragged out his words, making them ambiguous.