During evening self-study, the class teacher came by twice. Cowed by his lingering authority, the classroom became very quiet.
Amid the loneliness, Yang Sheng pulled out her earphones and put them on. The only inconvenience was that after cutting her hair short, she could no longer hide them as easily as before.
A soft melody bloomed beside her ears, weakening her connection to the outside world.
She held her pen and began working on chemistry problems.
Tang Jing, seated in the middle-back rows, asked her deskmate Meng Ziyun, "Have you seen my earphones?"
"No," Meng Ziyun said.
Tang Jing searched through her desk compartment, looking puzzled. "They were still here yesterday. How did they disappear?"
Meng Ziyun suddenly remembered something. "Did you forget to take them home last night?"
Only then did Tang Jing realize.
The Class 5 she had been in before was very strange. Sometimes, things left in desk compartments would inexplicably vanish by the next day. Back then, many classmates cursed and collectively damned the thief.
During that period, Tang Jing thought everyone looked like a thief.
She had thought that transferring to Class 8 would keep her away from thieves forever. Yet the thief had transferred classes with her? In an instant, several suspects sprang to Tang Jing's mind: Meng Ziyun, Cao Kun, Shang Caiwei...
Then she felt that was unlikely. She first ruled out her good friend, and Shang Caiwei was even less likely. She had been deskmates with Shang Caiwei before, so there was no way she was suspicious.
Could the thief be in Class 8? She couldn't figure it out. The aftermath of being victimized made everyone seem like a thief for a while.
After Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong left, their seats were empty, making the southern side of the classroom