047 Wooden Card

One Medium.

Qu Yan, who is taking notes on mathematics, looks at her side from time to time.

Leaning against the back of the chair, she bowed her head slightly, holding an elaborate carving knife and a piece of rosewood. The posture is very casual, but the constantly changing angles of the fingers make people unable to look away. Her fingers were almost transparent through the vast sunshine that had spilled through the windows.

Suddenly, she looked up slightly, and a pair of dark eyes looked at Qu Yan so abruptly.

Qu Yan shrank, looking at her with consternation.

Leaning calmly on the table, then slightly leaning in to draw a blank notebook from the book.

"Pop" and throw it at Qu Yan's desk.

"Concentrate on taking notes," she continued to pick up the cutter, "slightly squinting," by the way, to help me write a copy. "

Five words that are plain and light.

The sideburns have a strand of hair hanging down the cheek, ink hair, jade cheek, black and white.

Resting so lazy on the back of th