"Drink that."
In the front row, Huang Fang lay on the desk, silently chanting in her heart. I didn't hear anything, I didn't hear anything.
Actually, nothing happened either.
Jiang Nian pulled out the straw and shared half of the fruit tea with the class monitor, pouring it into a thermos cup, clear and pure.
"Here."
With half for each, he drank it more justifiably.
Li Qingrong took a sip of the fruit tea, her expression unchanged. Holding a pen to write problems, yet she didn't start writing for a long time.
Throughout the afternoon, Jiang Nian stayed at his desk almost the entire time. He napped at three o'clock and then got up to solve problems.
Li Qingrong occasionally looked up, staring ahead for a while.
She meticulously counted the time in her mind, roughly estimating that every forty minutes or so, Jiang Nian would turn his head to ask her questions.
Some questions were complicated, some were more simplistic.
