Although he didn't go to school, he inquired around and found out that shortly after he returned to Beijing, a classmate named Xu Weiran came to school to report.
At the moment he received this news, he was attending a film festival in Shanghai, sitting in the guest seat, looking at his phone, a slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
And now, he has finally finished everything on his hands, and things that aren't urgent can be put aside for now. His main task now is to teach at the school.
As for her, although she knows his name, she probably will never know his specific identity.
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Chaoyang District is full of life, a slender figure weaving through the crowd, the morning streets bustling.
The wide roadside was selling soy milk, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns. As the small cart pushed forward, the steamer lid covering the buns was lifted, and steam rose, while the loudspeakers broadcasted sales pitches, one after another.
