Class 3-1.

Song Jingwan watched in silence as An Feiran packed his things.

She pressed her lips together. "Are you really going to the third class?"

Hearing this, the boy who was looking down to pack his textbooks, lifted his head and smiled, "Yes, I've thought about it carefully. Perhaps, I'm not that suitable for the first class. Everyone's grades are so good. I'm only here to drag you all down. It's better if I go to the third class and work hard with them."

His voice was gentle, and his face still had bruises. Although his outfit was ordinary, he looked understanding and clean.

As the light fell on his jet-black hair, Song Jingwan actually sensed, for the first time, that he wasn't as ordinary-looking as she thought.

Word of the incident from the other day had been spreading around the school.

"You don't have to go." Song Jingwan placed her hand on top of his textbook. "The third class is famous for having poor grades. If you go there, you will be affected."

"Is that what you think?"

An Feiran finished packing his books, picked up his backpack, and smiled as he tilted his head slightly.

"Sorry, Jingwan, but I can't agree with you on that one. Perhaps, in my eyes, grades are just grades. It doesn't mean anything. Instead, the third class is really united..."

They were the kind of friends that he had always dreamed of having.

However, from studying abroad until now, it had yet to happen.

What about now?

An Feiran was filled with anticipation.

"If that's the case, then go ahead. Good luck."

Song Jingwan looked down, casually flipped open her textbook, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Honestly, even the Class President is trying to keep you. You don't know how to be grateful!"

"Get lost then. Don't show your face around us again, or we will hit you every time we see you!"

An Feiran didn't seem to hear this. He took one last glance at the classroom he had shared for the last 6 months. In the end, his gaze fell upon Song Jingwan, and he said gently, "Jingwan, goodbye."

He then turned around without any regret.

...

Everyone in the third class received a 5/3 textbook. The atmosphere in the classroom immediately sank. They didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

After all, a 5/3 textbook was quite expensive!

At that moment, Wang Zhongyun approached with a boy.

The boy had some injuries on his face. His temperament was gentle as he held onto his backpack and followed behind.

"Ahem!" Wang Zhongyun stood at the front of the class. "Quiet everyone, let me introduce you to your new classmate, An Feiran!"

"Hello everyone, I am An Feiran!" An Feiran bowed as he spoke nervously. "I look forward to your guidance!"

His face was quite recognizable. As long as one didn't have Prosopagnosia1, they would be able to remember him.

So, someone quickly pointed him out.

"It's that punk from the first class!"

"Why did you come to the third class?"

"Are you a spy?"

An Feiran blushed as everyone began to suspect him. He anxiously waved his hands.

"No, that's not it! I willingly asked for a transfer! I felt you were all nice people so I want to be friends!"

"Tch~ Go back~ Do you think we are garbage collectors?"

"Don't you know that we have a grudge against the first class?!" !"

"Hey!" Wang Zhongyun glared at them. "You kids, how could you say that?"

An Feiran was helpless. As well as feeling disappointed, he was a little surprised. Did he really make the right choice in coming back to China?

At that moment, a hand stretched toward him. "I don't have enough gifts today. I'll get you one tomorrow."

"You!" An Feiran lifted his head and his eyes sparkled like they were filled with stars.

AKA face blindness.