Ye Jian was speechless once the Head was brought up.
But how can they be holding hands!
She was already checking out the surroundings with the corner of her eyes. Class One was late, and the other classes were still having dinner. The training ground was rather empty.
The two of them were walking closely together, and even if they held hands, no one would notice them.
"With that small injury, we have the opportunity to speak alone." Seeing that she didn't understand that, Xia Jinyuan laughed and released her hand, "No one would be talking about us. I'm just an instructor accompanying a student to the infirmary."
He didn't expect that although the students' academic performances were not improving, their ability to catch wind of things caught his eye. She still needed to spend two more years in senior high. He had to be cautious. If anyone saw that… it would be another storm that she had to face again.
