Jiang Nian slowed down his steps and was caught up by the third class at the classroom door. A group of people were sweating in the cold winter.
"What the hell! You bastards!"
"Chi Shi, Jiang Nian!"
"Damn, he's always the luckiest, runs the fastest!"
Hearing this, Jiang Nian ran upstairs without hesitation. Not because he's afraid of being caught for a wedgie, but because these guys are way too sweaty.
Rubbing against them here and there would make Zhizhi dislike him.
He stood on the fifth floor for a while, feeling that there were no pursuers below. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and took out his phone to play by the staircase.
Aren't you afraid of teachers?
Literary Olympic teachers, managing Olympic students?
More than a dozen notifications popped up on the back end, basically notifications from some apps. Only one was useful, a message from Coach Tian.
"Scheduled exam next Thursday, want to take some time to practice the day before?"
