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Place the Cactus Potted Plant on the bedside table, sit down on the chair beside the bed, and gaze at the pale-faced, evenly breathing Guoguo.
Outside the window, cicadas are chirping restlessly, occasionally accompanied by the songs of sparrows.
After sitting for a while, Liu Ming felt that the air conditioning in the room was too cold. He stood up, found the remote control for the air conditioner in the hospital room, raised the temperature by 6 degrees Celsius, and sat back down.
Liu Ming is truly a considerate man and also a good teacher.
After sitting for about two hours and seeing that Guoguo still hadn't woken up, Liu Ming covered Guoguo with a thin blanket, left the hospital room, and drove away from Beskah Hospital to prepare lessons at school.
Vidorna Academy is shrouded in scorching sunlight, with green trees providing shade and alleviating some of the heat.
Ouyang Qiming seems to have taken another leave; his seat is empty.
Perhaps Ouyang Qiming has received special permission from the principal; whenever Ouyang Qiming takes leave, the class teacher must approve it.
Murong Xiuxian always skips classes. Sometimes during lessons, he can even walk out of the classroom right in front of the teacher.
Sometimes he leaves and doesn't come back; other times he returns after just a few minutes.
It seems that the principal has instructed all teachers about something, as none of them dare to get angry with Murong Xiuxian, allowing him to do as he pleases.
Just now, in History Class, Murong Xiuxian, who was sleeping with his head on the desk, suddenly lifted his head, startling his deskmate Han Guowei.
Murong Xiuxian stood up and quickly walked out of the classroom.
He left behind his classmates and the History Teacher, who exchanged glances.
After Murong Xiuxian exited the classroom, he descended the stairs, walked out of the stairwell, and drove his car out of the parking lot and through the school gate.
Due to the intense sunlight, Murong Xiuxian put on sunglasses.
With the sunglasses on, Murong Xiuxian appeared cold and mysterious, his flaxen short hair particularly striking in the sunlight.
Though his piercing eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses, they could not conceal the chilling light that emanated from them.
His high nose bridge, pale lips, and flawless features all showcased perfection.
Where was Murong Xiuxian headed?
If his father, Murong Yunliang, found out he was skipping class, he would surely reprimand him.
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