Yu Sheng leaned against the wall, gazing out the window, somewhat lost in thought.
Through the window, he could see many people on the sports field crying, shouting, letting it all out...
He even saw Zhao Zicheng and Du Xu.
Why...
Why did they cry...
What exactly did crying feel like?
In Sin City, no one had ever cried.
Perhaps some had, but if even a trace of sympathy or pity arose in your heart, people would devour you until nothing remained.
But...
People outside Sin City could cry without restraint.
Using tears to release their reluctance to part, their stress, that feeling...
A barely perceptible trace of envy surfaced in Yu Sheng's eyes.
Taking a deep breath, Yu Sheng silently stood up. After a moment's thought, he imitated the others from earlier and bowed deeply to Liu Qingfeng.
"Goodbye, sir."
He picked up a simple cloth bag and headed for the door.
Watching Yu Sheng's retreating figure, Liu Qingfeng smiled. "Wait, your class isn't over yet!"
"Hm?"
Yu Sheng turned around in confusion, looking at Liu Qingfeng and quietly waiting for him to continue.
In fact, most of the time, Yu Sheng was very well-behaved.
As long as he didn't tell the truth on certain occasions.
With both hands in his pockets, looking rather cool, Liu Qingfeng walked over to Yu Sheng. "Today, I'll give you one more lesson!"
"Let's go!"
Without giving Yu Sheng a chance to object, Liu Qingfeng took the lead.
And as always, Yu Sheng silently followed behind.
The two of them, one older and one younger, had unwittingly become a familiar sight to many at Second High School.
The mall.
"Your schoolbag is worn out."
"People who didn't know better would think all my students lived in poverty."
Liu Qingfeng chose carefully, finally