There are many people watching around, besides teachers, there are many students.
“I’m sorry, let me give you a hand!”
Jasper squeezed in, and when he saw the boy sitting on the steps, he couldn’t help but exclaimed.
The young man sat on the steps with an aura that no strangers should enter. While flipping through the books in his hand, he gnawed half of the hardened biscuits. He turned a deaf ear to the gaze and pointing around.
“What’s the matter with this kid? Isn’t he a fugitive slave?
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