Not going to the classroom building?
"Why?" Lu Mi asked.
Shen Yiwen sat down beside Zhong Zixian, speaking just loudly enough for their little group to hear.
"When I went to sign in just now, I happened to see Feng Wentian registering his act's name."
Feng Wentian was the boy who had tried to intervene when Xie Ping’an was being bullied.
"His handwriting had a lot in common with the handwritten Student Dormitory Rules."
"Similar handwriting?" Lu Mi asked. "You mean he wrote both, but deliberately tried to disguise it?"
"Yes. People can change how their handwriting looks, but some habits are so ingrained they might not even notice them. I had to use both persuasion and pressure before he admitted he wrote the rules."
"Then he probably knows something..."
Shen Yiwen nodded. "That's what I thought, too, so I asked him a lot of questions. That's why I got back so late. He said Zhao Xiaoxiang and the others were planning to..."
"Group three, please come up and perform." The impatient call interrupted their conversation.
Shen Yiwen called back loudly, then hurriedly said, "Anyway, keep a close eye on Zhao Xiaoxiang."
Lu Mi watched her lift her skirt and walk into the open performance area, then searched for Zhao Xiaoxiang-
He was standing beside Teacher Zhao, looking around as if waiting for someone.
Who was he waiting for?
A quick glance around was all it took to spot who was missing: Han San.
A burst of spirited guitar music rang out, and the performance began.
Zhong Zixian sat on a small stool, his fingertips dancing rapidly as he began singing a rugged Spanish song.
Shen Yiwen wore her hair in a sleek bun and a vivid red dress with layers of ruffles. Her head held high and her arms