Regarding Fu Jingxuan, Ran Xiangsi actually doesn't have much of a feeling, just a slight sense of closeness.
But this kind of closeness leaves one feeling uncertain.
The two quickly arrived at the office.
Fu Jingxuan skillfully placed the book in his hand on the table, then sat down in the chair, looked up at Ran Xiangsi, his tone casual yet tinged with seriousness.
"I'm glad you came to my class. I heard you almost never come to school? The principal gave you a special pass, but that doesn't work with me. If you don't come to class in the future, I'll record it accurately."
Ran Xiangsi, "..."
She thought it was something serious, turns out he's just picking a fight.
"Mr. Fu, your class is an elective, you can't force students to come, can you?"
Hearing Ran Xiangsi speak so blatantly, Fu Jingxuan didn't get angry but instead smiled, "If you really don't want to come on time, that's okay too. But my class is three times a week, you need to come at least once."
