"..."
Nangong Yang obediently closed her mouth and focused on eating. Very soon, Huang Puchen finished his meal, but Nangong Yang was only halfway through. Forgive her for having a talisman, she couldn't eat fast.
"Avoid wearing such neutral clothes in front of my mom."
"Huh?"
Weren't we supposed to talk less during meals?
"You don't need to respond while eating, just listen."
"...Oh."
"Apart from dining events, we should eat three meals together every day. Also, Nangong Yang, set aside time daily to accompany you, so you don't need to attend our classes anymore. Focus on your major courses and prepare for final exams — they're in two months."
Final exams are in two months? No wonder there are so many more students in class now. Before, the most crowded was two-thirds full, now you have to arrive twenty minutes early to get a good seat!
Of course, Nangong Yang and Han Wanwan were forever at the back row, never worried about losing their "prime spot."
"I'm done eating."
