Jiang Nian's head was pounding.
On the fifth floor, he only knew a bouncing, thoughtful Pleasant Goat.
Getting angry for a girl might be understandable; it's human nature. But the problem is, she's... just a goat.
I mean, a fictional girl, and they still argue about this?
Back to the fourth floor.
Li Qingrong looked at him, "What's wrong?"
The Holy Emperor usually governs from afar but occasionally appears in person. His eyes swept over the departing Yang Qiming and Sun Zhicheng, with the usual calm expression.
"Nothing much, maybe... they're just messing around," Jiang Nian thought about tomorrow's championship game, feeling a bit uneasy inside.
"Since things have come to this, let's eat first."
"Okay."
Jiang Nian didn't take the class president to the cafeteria but turned a corner. He went outside the West Gate and found a clean little restaurant to eat.
"Class president, try this."
