"Ji Xuan?"
Hearing that name, Geng Lu thought of breakfast during morning self-study.
She had finally found a chance to be alone with Jiang Ning, without Xue Yuantong and the twins getting in the way.
Yet Ji Xuan, whom she had not seen in a long time, wanted to catch up with her. How could Geng Lu be willing to waste her time? She and Ji Xuan had only ever been ordinary classmates.
"If he comes, he comes." Geng Lu did not care much.
He Qingtang said, "I was about to take a nap at noon when he messaged me privately in our middle school Class Group. I never expected a No.1 Middle School student like him to transfer to No.4 Middle School."
The classmates from their middle school class had gotten along exceptionally well, living in harmony and joy.
But after entering high school, subtle divides had formed in their once-harmonious class. For example, students from No.1 Middle School, No.2 Middle School, and No.4 Middle School, as well as those who could not get into a city high school and could only attend Vocational School. These circles had split their once close-knit class into separate groups.
Now, most of those still active in the group were students from No.1 Middle School and No.2 Middle School, and Ji Xuan was one of the most dazzling among them.
As a No.4 Middle School student, He Qingtang was invisibly a level beneath him in status. She only occasionally chatted in the group out of nostalgia for her former classmates.
Geng Lu, meanwhile, had completely given up on that small group. Over the past year, after Jiang Ning pointed her in the right direction, she had devoted herself to painting, first trying to take private commissions on Tieba to hone her skills.
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