When Nian Yue returned to class the next day, the class was in a mess.
The lesson was a little dry. Nian Yue stretched out her slender and fair fingers to rub her temples, her eyes showing some impatience.
When she returned to her seat, she casually took a composition book from Old Sun and took a few glances at it.
However, the class was too noisy. She got extremely frustrated after a few glances.
"Is Qu Yi really coming to the arts festival this time?" The few boys at the door asked curiously.
"Really, is this fake? I heard it from Liang Yue herself…"
The person who spoke was a student from Class B. Ever since Liang Yue transferred to Class B last time, the students from Class B unconsciously felt that they were superior to others. They would look down on everyone wherever they went.
