Chen Lan looked at Yang Yihang with an unreadable expression and slowly picked up her phone.
Everyone in the class sat there quietly, their eyes on Chen Lan, as if waiting for something major to happen.
Chen Lan dialed Fang Yiyi's number. After a while, sure enough, the ringtone sounded.
All eyes in the class turned toward a slim girl who was looking at her backpack in shock, her eyes wide open.
"Jia Xin?"
"How could it be Jia Xin?"
"First Zhou Zimeng, now Jia Xin, I find Fang Yiyi most suspicious!"
...
Dozens of murmurs started, but Zhou Zimeng felt disappointed. She discovered after the last incident that her classmates seemed to be wiser.
They apparently no longer completely trusted what they saw at face value. The majority of the glances towards Jia Xin were suspicious, even sympathetic, but there was no disgust or malice.
Once bitten, twice shy. The old saying was indeed reasonable.