069 Just Need Hands_1

When Lu Qingyi got back to the dorm, Lin Yiran was leaning on the side of the bed, complicated emotions in her eyes as she held her cellphone, watching Lu Qingyi.

"Well Lu Qingyi, you sure do dare," she said, her expression filled with complication.

Lu Qingyi: "? ? ?"

"Just see for yourself."

Disliking Lu Qingyi's nonchalant attitude, Lin Yiran handed her cellphone over to Lu Qingyi.

Lu Qingyi took a casual glance at the screen. It was the same video the principal had shown her before—her own taped class from her time in class twenty.

She frowned, her eyes revealing complex emotions, with hints of both coldness and annoyance.

How boring.

"You think you're so impressive? Filming these videos to get attention."

As a liberal arts student, Lin Yiran had to admit that after watching the video of Lu Qingyi she surprisingly understood a thing or two.