"Yeah, yeah, teacher, you better get to class, it's about time."
Zhang Lingchuan said and then left.
Old Shen, who had adjusted his schedule because Saturday was a workday, rushed off to class as well.
Back at the dorm, Prince treated him to another big meal.
Later, Wei Zixi, with his round face and stubbly beard, sent a message on WeChat saying he had arrived in Rongcheng and invited him to hang out.
Ten-thirty.
Before bed, Li Ziqing messaged him again as if clocking in.
Continuing to send him messages.
Zhang Lingchuan didn't know why, but he felt like this girl had really been activated.
Today is Saturday, September 14th.
Since the third, when she started focusing on him, she had maintained a routine for more than ten days of getting up in the morning to memorize words and going to bed on time at night.
She could even chat with him in English.
The whole person seemed to have undergone a qualitative transformation.
And she really wasn't watching live streams anymore.
