Zhao Yu shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
The boy felt embarrassed, realizing that what Zhao Yu had said in the sixth-floor classroom was just for show.
"Bro, my name is Liu Ming, from Art Class 7. And you?!"
"Zhao Yu, Art Class 13!"
After his self-introduction, Zhao Yu just walked away.
Liu Ming scratched his head, hesitated for a moment, but still went after him.
After all, his class was on the first floor.
Back in the classroom, most of the girls had returned.
Zhao Yu glanced around; there were about twenty or so, but not a single boy was left.
"Zhao Yu, why did you come back?!"
Someone asked in surprise.
Zhao Yu walked towards the window, "There were too many people, I couldn't get out to help, so I came back..."
Liu Shu Hui directly exposed him, "You're lying, I've been watching you. I didn't see you at all..."
The other girls looked at Zhao Yu with strange expressions and doubt filled their eyes.
