Warming Your Hands, Not Letting You Take Advantage

Luo Feng carried his bag and walked into the classroom early the next morning. He saw Ai Tingya sitting in the first row under the podium and Teacher Yu standing on the podium. Her face was full of smiles when she saw Luo Feng.

She seemed to be saying, "I mean what I say, but do you think I'll let you guys continue to sit at the back? Naive!"

She directly moved their seats to the front. Theirs was the only two tables placed side by side in the class. The others seemed to be allergic to all their other classmates. Their desks were separated by an aisle.

Luo Feng stuffed his bag into the drawer while Ai Tingya sat awkwardly in her seat.

"I'm still in the first row."

She still felt imprisoned when she was constantly exposed to others' gaze even though she was no longer afraid of them.