Sang Chuan walked over, his mind still groggy, but he instantly snapped awake when he heard Song Shiye being scolded.
What's going on? Isn't Song Shiye Sang Ning's favorite?
Within a second, he figured it out—Sang Ning likes people with good grades.
Sang Chuan decided to ally with Song Shiye to jointly confront Sang Ning. Even slackers have the freedom not to study.
"Sang Ning, don't go too far! Do we slackers have no dignity?"
Sang Chuan forcefully dragged the chair close, sat down with a menacing stance, and crossed one leg over the other.
He then raised his hand and gently patted Song Shiye's shoulder, comforting him like a big brother: "Shiye, don't be upset. It's not our fault we aren't good at studying—it's the textbooks' fault. They're too hard on purpose, trying to confuse us."
