A few students in the classroom saw them leave, but they didn't take it seriously. However, Hong Hongshuang, who sat at the second-to-last table, frowned and a cold smile flashed in his eyes.
In the corridor, Yang Feng, with his arm around Han Shilan's slender waist, gazed at the pitch-black playground and smiled slightly.
"Isn't it exciting, honey?"
"You're trying to provoke me, you bad guy!"
Han Shilan rolled her eyes, patted Yang Feng's chest with her small hand, and then said with some worry:
"Yang Feng, it seems like Teacher Zhou will be back today. What should we do? Should we go back?"
"Don't worry, she's probably still on the bullet train. Even if she arrives, she probably won't come to school."
Yang Feng smiled casually and replied.
Hearing him say that, Han Shilan couldn't hide the worry in her beautiful eyes.
The two walked down the deserted corridor. Luckily, the classrooms had their curtains drawn, otherwise they would have had to keep hunching over.
"Oh no, there's a supervising teacher coming up ahead. Let's go down the stairs to the east."
As he spoke, Yang Feng grabbed Han Shilan's left hand and ran towards the other stairwell. Just then, the teacher behind them came up, and the two of them disappeared.
"Strange, I can clearly hear the students' voices. Could it be that I'm under too much pressure lately?" the supervising teacher muttered to himself, holding a flashlight.
"Whew~ That was close." Han Shilan put her hands on her knees, bent over, and breathed heavily as she spoke slowly.
"Haha." Yang Feng looked at the frightened Han Shilan and laughed.
"You're still laughing." Han Shilan glared at him reproachfully with her beautiful eyes, then asked with some doubt, "Yang Feng, how come you are so alert? I didn't even feel the teacher coming up just now. Luckily you were here."
"So-so," Yang Feng smiled faintly, touching his nose.
After a while, Yang Feng took Han Shilan's left hand and said, "Let's go downstairs."
"Okay." Han Shilan nodded, took Yang Feng's hand, and walked downstairs.
Suddenly, the light at the bottom of the stairs on the first floor came on, startling Han Shilan. She tugged at Yang Feng and hurriedly said:
"Is it a teacher? Let's pretend we're going to the bathroom."
"Don't scare yourself. It's not a teacher. I'm here, so don't worry."
Yang Feng smiled slightly, grasped her soft, boneless hand tightly, and said.
The two finally reached the first floor and slipped out while the security guard was watching the World Cup.
Yang Feng and Han Shilan walked on the road next to the school, their long, deep shadows cast by the daylight lamplight.
Looking at the crescent moon hanging above the teaching building, a cool breeze was blowing. Han Shilan couldn't help but move closer to Yang Feng and snuggle into his arms, where she finally felt a touch of warmth.
"It's actually a bit chilly on a summer night, is that for real?"
Yang Feng suddenly spoke, breaking the silence between the two.
"Hmm, it's a little cold." Han Shilan nodded in agreement, then asked疑惑地问道, "By the way, Yang Feng, where are you taking me?"
"Ta-da!"
Yang Feng pulled two tickets to Xia Yuyan's concert from his pocket, a smile playing on his lips.
"This is... a concert ticket? It belongs to Xia Yuyan!"
Han Shilan suddenly widened her beautiful eyes in surprise and spoke.
"Yes, let's go, the concert is about to start."
Yang Feng put his arm around Han Shilan's slender waist and walked towards the concert venue, which was being held in Yanjing's largest basketball court.
This place can be considered the largest stadium in Yanjing.
Yang Feng and Han Shilan arrived at the stadium entrance, where ticket checking had already begun. Many people were carrying signs that read "Xia Yuyan" and glow sticks as they entered.
"Let's go in too, maybe she's already started singing."
Yang Feng turned his head and met Han Shilan's eyes, then smiled slightly.
"Okay~" Han Shilan smiled sweetly, nodded, and walked in with Yang Feng. After passing through the ticket gate, their seats were roughly in the middle to back.
"Xia Yuyan..."
"Xia Yuyan..."
The basketball court was packed with people, filled with shouts and screams.
Suddenly, the entire room fell silent.
A tall woman with a curvaceous figure was perfectly accentuated by a white dress. Her delicate face was lightly made up, and her long, straight legs were clattering as she walked toward the center of the stage in white pointed high heels.
She is Xia Yuyan, a top female singer in China.
Many people travel from afar just to see her perform, hoping to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face and hear her melodious, nightingale-like voice.
(End of this chapter)
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