The last self-study session in the afternoon.
Yu Zhiyi looked up, and after a brief moment of surprise, her gaze instinctively locked onto Jiang Nian.
"What are those people doing?"
"Playing soccer," Yang Qiming turned back and replied.
"Being so bold?" Yu Zhiyi's eyes widened, and she instinctively straightened up, causing a certain item to leave the table as well.
From a relaxed state, turning into a droplet.
Obviously, her figure was bolder than Jiang Nian and his group's behavior.
"Indeed, this Jiang Nian...," Yang Qiming frowned, "always feels like he has some strong backing, but there's no evidence."
"Strong backing?" Yu Zhiyi got a bit absent-minded, thinking of the man who used a book as a bulletproof vest, "Yeah, indeed."
Indeed?
This guy is truly daring, saying all sorts of nonsense.
Yu Zhiyi also had a bit of a joyous attribute, the kind of person whose presence made others feel very comfortable.
