"I wanted to follow your car, but my body hasn't fully recovered yet. You left behind after halfway through the ride." Liu Dongyu stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile.

"The body is just right, won't you let us take you with me?" An Chuxia said in a reproachful tone.

Hearing, Liu Dongyu stretched out his hand awkwardly and touched the back of his head and said, "There is no big problem anymore. More exercise is also good."

Han Qilu, who hasn't spoken all the time, said at this moment: "Just don't mention any exercise for your body. You won't be able to participate in the training tonight. Go back early to rest and start training next week."

Han Qilu is not a considerate person, but he has already said so. Liu Dongyu doesn't have to insist anymore, so he nodded and agreed. After all, it didn't take long for him to have a fever, and his physical strength is really not up to the usual level. If he persists in training, his physical strength may be overdrawn.

Soon, each of the three returned to the classroom.

As soon as An Chuxia entered the classroom door, he saw a group of people around the podium watching something.

An Chuxia was about to get up to see what everyone was looking at. When she walked to the podium, she realized that Han Qilu's schoolbag was still on her body. She hesitated, but decided to send the schoolbag up first.

She hurried to the class where Han Qilu was, ready to return her schoolbag.

"Damn! Why do you still keep a bomb!"

As soon as An Chuxia walked to the door of the classroom, she heard Ling Hanyu's annoyed voice.

A group of people gathered around to play poker, but they did not see Han Qilu's figure. At this moment Xiao Mingluo hadn't come yet, An Chuxia had to walk to Ling Hanyu's side and patted him on the shoulder.

Ling Hanyu turned his head impatiently, and when he saw that the person who photographed him was An Chuxia, the impatient expression on his face was replaced by surprise.

"Why are you here?" he asked in confusion.

Everyone's eyes fell on her, An Chuxia asked embarrassingly: "Where is Han Qilu?"

Ling Hanyu's expression was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "I went to the toilet, what's the matter?"

An Chuxia shook her head, put aside Han Qilu's schoolbag and said, "Nothing else, just forgot to give him the schoolbag. You can remember to give it to him when he comes back later."

After An Chuxia finished speaking, he turned and left. She subconsciously didn't want to have too much contact with Ling Hanyu. Of course, it doesn't mean to hate Ling Hanyu, it should be more guilt.

She was ashamed of Ling Hanyu, even though she had never done anything to miss.

Back in the class, Meng Xiaonan directly greeted her and dragged her to the corridor. Several people passed by in twos and threes on the corridor, but no one eavesdropped so obviously.

"What is it? God is mysterious." An Chuxia asked suspiciously.

Meng Xiaonan said unhappily, "Isn't next week Cultural and Art Week? Do you know what the first program of the opening ceremony is?"

The first show...

An Chuxia's mind came out of Xu Niannian wearing a skirt that day.

She immediately guessed why Meng Xiaonan's unhappy expression was. She smiled and nodded slightly, and said, "Xu Niannian's opening dance, right? What's wrong with you? She dances her dance. No matter how good she dances, Xiao Mingluo is still yours.

But this time, An Chuxia guessed wrong.