Chen Wenwen did not answer immediately. Instead, she walked to her seat and dug a workbook out of the drawer. Waving it at Lu Mingfei, she said with an exasperated smile, "I'm the club president, and I'm the one who asked our homeroom teacher for this classroom. Am I not allowed to come get my things?"
Lu Mingfei scratched his head. "I'm eating here."
With that, he hurried over to close the window, and the sound of wind and rain immediately grew quieter.
"I thought you were admiring the rain at first. Turns out you were reading manga... I haven't read this issue yet. Can I borrow it?" Chen Wenwen flipped through a couple of pages of the book on his desk.
Lu Mingfei was still staring blankly at the place where the figure had stood. Turning back, he answered rather distractedly, "Sure. I'm done with it."
Chen Wenwen simply sat down in his seat and began browsing the manga magazine. Unlike Lu Mingfei, who read every serialized series in order, she only read a few pages of whichever series had art she liked.
Lu Mingfei quickly realized that this was a perfect chance to be alone together.
In an instant, he put the eerie figure out of his mind. Now all he could hear was his own heartbeat. The earthy smell carried in by the wind had faded a little, seemingly mingled with a delicate fragrance, like plants sprouting in spring, tender green shoots pushing through the soil and slowly unfurling in some unnoticed corner.
It was Chen Wenwen's perfume. Lu Mingfei could not identify the brand; he only felt that anything she wore was the best. He left the window and sat beside her, wishing this moment would last a little longer, but the bell soon rang.
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