Hearing this, Jiang Nian glanced more at Song Xiyun, who was wearing a mask.
"Everyone's making their own point, why are you so anxious?"
Thinking to himself, usually avoiding me like the plague, how come she's daring to talk back now.
"How can it be like this?" Song Xiyun muttered quietly, then started coughing and simply lowered her head to play dead.
The crowd leaving evening self-study was like rushing water; the three of them walked downstairs passively, and then quickly dispersed in different directions at the bottom.
Jiang Nian, hands in pockets, wandered slowly to the school gate, always keeping some distance from the two girls, appearing somewhat distracted.
Walking on Zhennan Street, their shadows intertwined under the streetlights.
After returning home.
Jiang Nian didn't mention the scores, and it wasn't convenient for Song Xiyun either. All three felt a bit off, easily muddling through under Xu Qianqian's guidance.
