Song Rin stood up, his arm passing through Shen Yian's shoulder, encircling her and clicking the mouse on her hand.,Song Lin's expression looked quite complicated. He rubbed his brow and said, "Twelve thousand two, thirty-two classes.",Just as the atmosphere was about to ignite, Shen Yinan's phone rang. She jolted awake as if from a dream, whacking Song Lin on the forehead with a thud and standing up abruptly.。