1:30 AM.
Jiang Nian is still at his desk solving problems when his phone buzzes a few times.
During a break, he sees it's a message from Han Xiao. Limited to three sentences, he sends a lengthy reply instead.
"Where can I find you tomorrow?... (yada yada)"
The big pot of four dishes and one soup, right.
The message is too long, so he can't be bothered to read it.
Jiang Nian types back, "No need to find me, focus on your exams first. I'll come find you, OK?"
Han Xiao: "When?"
"When the time is right."
Han Xiao: "...You just don't want to see me."
"You've used up your three-sentence quota," Jiang Nian types, "Tomorrow you'll get a new quota, bye."
Meanwhile.
In the air-conditioned room, Han Xiao is so frustrated, wearing only pajamas, that he rolls around the bed, his phone getting thrown into the pillow.
"Ahhhh!! Bastard!"
