Zhang Ningzhi glanced at him, her eyebrows furrowing.
She wanted to refuse firmly, but couldn't bear it.
"Hmph, let's see."
"Hmm?" Jiang Nian saw that her lips could hang a hot water bottle and guessed she was really angry. "I'll ask you again next class."
He figured that he could just ask more diligently, not a big deal.
Besides, he hadn't betrayed their friendship. He just hugged the class monitor, didn't he usually hug his son in the hallway?
Two classes passed in a flash, and it was break time.
Jiang Nian skipped running practice and invited Li Hua to the small cafeteria for a pot of assorted meatballs, as compensation for the bag of buns from the morning.
He used the meal card that Old Liu gave him, scoring a free meal.
During the running class break, the cafeteria seemed empty. The winter sunlight streamed through the big windows, falling on the table in front of the two bottles of drinks.
"Nian, what was up this morning?"
"What do you mean, 'what was up'?"
