Wei Qingfan couldn't help laughing while listening to the conversation over there. At the same time, he secretly lamented that the provincial capital was indeed different, and the atmosphere was obviously much more open than his own school.

The little rich woman didn't reimburse her for the film, which was her own pocket money. He cherished taking pictures, so he found an angle to take two pictures and put the camera away.

After waiting for a while, two teachers came to open the door, and the students in the corridor filed into the classroom.

Wei Qingfan quickly found his seat, and then found the short-haired girl with a sweet smile sitting next to him.

He didn't care, put his schoolbag on the desk, came back, opened his stationery, and waited patiently for the test papers to be handed out.

In the process, he suddenly discovered a line of relatively light writing on the yellow paint surface of the table, as if carved with a knife:

To marry Jiang Qinghuai

Wei Qingfan looked at it carefully several times to make sure he saw it correctly, then turned to look at the girl next to him.

The other party quickly noticed his gaze and looked over suspiciously.

Wei Qingfan pointed to the writing on his desk.

The short-haired girl looked at him suspiciously, then came over to take a look.

A teacher above noticed it, frowned, and scolded in a low voice: "Jiang Qinghuai, what are you doing? Sit down quickly."
Chapter completed!