Early morning study.
Cai Xiaoqing heard the commotion over there and turned to look in the direction of the water cooler corner, involuntarily turning into a dead fish eye.
"These people..."
Suddenly, she caught sight of a girl from their class trotting over to Li Qingrong's seat, eagerly asking:
"Class rep, when are finals?"
"Next Saturday."
"Oh oh, thanks, class rep." The girl ran off.
The most accurate news in the grade usually comes from here. No need to worry about what's being said outside; Holy Emperor's word is final.
Upon hearing this, Cai Xiaoqing couldn't help but be a little dazed. Her mind instinctively flashed through revision content and date arrangements.
Nie Qiqi overheard too, and wanted to ask the class rep again. But she was a bit wary of Cai Xiaoqing, this violent girl.
Last night, she almost turned from a smiling tiger into a water arrow turtle.
In the end, she plucked up the courage to ask in a sweet, mixed voice:
