About half an hour later, Lin Mo returned to Qingye High School.
Just entering Senior Class Three, he found it completely empty, but Lin Mo didn't care much and proceeded to sit down at his own desk.
He had barely sat down for three seconds when he saw a furious yet beautiful figure, charging towards the classroom.
The graceful figure approached Lin Mo at a high speed.
A captivating scent wafted toward him, but Lin Mo didn't even bother to lift his head, simply showing disinterest and boredom as he rubbed his slender fingers.
"Lin Mo! Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused?" Jiang Yingxue stared at Lin Mo, her voice filled with both anger and a hint of exasperation.
Honestly, Jiang Yingxue had been astounded by Lin Mo's memory last time and had developed a quite different view of this cold-hearted young man.