Jiang Xiaoyu was quiet all morning. Menglu was even more worried. It was quiet before the storm.

When Menglu thought that Jiang Xiaoyu would no longer have lunch with Xu Yiyang at noon, Jiang Xiaoyu was still the last one to leave. He used to be silly and simple in his eyes, rarely showing a contradictory mood.

Xu Yiyang came to the front of her classroom as usual. In fact, he didn't have the bottom of Jiang Xiaoyu's heart to wait for him. But when he saw Jiang Xiaoyu, he felt more comfortable, but he didn't realize it.

It's natural to walk through the back door instead of queuing for...