After the physics class ended, there was still one more day of classes before the May Day holiday?
Li Qingran, Ruan Ruan, and Zheng Chunming still hadn't returned from lunch together in the afternoon.
Xie Ying'an had already returned to the classroom ahead of them. He sat down at his seat and habitually opened Li Qingran's backpack to check.
Sure enough, there were two more pink and blue love letters inside the backpack. Sure enough, someone had taken advantage of Li Qingran's absence during lunch to stuff them in there.
Xie Ying'an expressionlessly took out the two love letters, tore them into pieces, and threw them into the trash can, then placed Li Qingran's backpack back in its original position.
The whole set of actions was clean and efficient; it was obvious he had done this many times before.
