"You!" Zhao Ronger wished she could rush to the back row and tear off Shen Mu's indifferent face.
"Ding Ling Ling -" The bell rang, and Zhao Ronger, feeling like she had been pardoned, pulled Shen Qingxue out of the classroom.
Chen Yuan pulled Shen Mu aside and asked in a low voice, "Actually, you're really good at English, right? I see you don't even take notes when the teacher lectures!"
Shen Mu was helpless. What notes was she supposed to take? She knew more languages than the teacher!
When she returned to the dormitory that night, Shen Qingxue and Zhao Ronger were not there, but Shen Mu didn't pay much attention and went to bed early.
In the middle of the night, the door of the dormitory was gently pushed open, and someone wearing high heels tiptoed in and stopped by Shen Mu's bed.
"Ronger, isn't this going too far?" It was Shen Qingxue's voice.
