But the problem isn't too big; by the end of this week, she and Jiang Nian will be sitting front and back again.
Thinking this, Li Qingrong pulled out the second test paper.
Just after writing one multiple-choice question, she suddenly remembered something.
Should I try sending a message tonight?
Suddenly, Nie Qiqi, who was whispering to the deskmate in the back row, brought up the topic of chatting.
"Recently, there's a junior high school classmate who always finds me to chat. But every time, the conversation ends up meaningless, always repeatedly asking if I've eaten or not."
"Is it a guy or a girl?"
"A guy."
"Isn't that nice? He cares about you."
"Not nice at all, so boring," Nie Qiqi complained, "He just asks if I'm there, what I'm doing, what on earth does he want?"
"He's concerned about you, I guess."
"No way, it's boring to death, I'll delete him later when I get back."
Upon hearing that, Li Qingrong held her quick-drying pen, unable to put it down.
