A few drops of dew gathered on the leaves and flowers, slowly gathering together, quietly. When they were heavy enough, the drops fell, causing the flowers and leaves to tremble slightly. The dew fell to the ground, moistening the soil, washing the night, and bringing in the light from the horizon.

In each school, crisp bells rang. Under the brass bells, Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang sat side by side at desks near the door, their faces full of curiosity in the morning light.

Since they chose to come to the academy, Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang were ready to endure hardships. But no matter what happened here, it was not as hard as the days in Longgang. Therefore, there was no need to sleep in. But some people always thought that this was an ivory tower. At this time, one hand was holding the laces of the robe on the body, and the other hand was holding the crispy sweet pastry in the morning.

Bang!

The door was pushed open suddenly, and the wind made Xia Xiao and Shu Shuang's eyelashes flutter, but they did not blink, just looked at the teacher in front of them.

Chuan Lian was responsible for their daily life, and there were other people who took care of the class. At this time, the middle-aged man was quite elegant, with a book rolled up on his waist and a ruler in his hand. Seeing that someone was late, he waved his hand and asked him to come to him.