"Why do I feel like it's always a good sign?"
Jiang Nian wanted to back out and shake the fortune again.
"You...," Qingbao reached out, took back the phone, and said, "Who shakes a fortune twice? What about your validation?"
"Can't I do that?"
"Of course not; it's enough to know it's a good sign." Qingbao was a bit speechless, squinting at the mischievous guy in front of her.
"I've never seen you this nervous before; what are you up to?"
"There's nothing." Jiang Nian waved his hand quickly, "Nothing...nothing at all. By the way... there's not much to see at the championship match."
"I'll be watching." Qingbao stared at him, with a look that seemed to see through what he was up to, "To see what tricks you're playing."
Jiang Nian instantly broke out in a sweat. A person can die, but not socially die.
"Teacher, aren't you busy this afternoon?"
Qingbao leisurely took a sip of tea and said slowly, "I only have a class next to your classroom today, resting in the afternoon."
