"Teacher, aren't you asleep?" Lu Yaobing saw that Song Xiaodong kept his eyes closed and remained silent, so she couldn't help but ask.
Song Xiaodong was still immersed in his own thoughts and subconsciously said, "This thing might be inconvenient for you, which is really a headache, but not trying would be a pity."
"Teacher, what is it?" Lu Yaobing's eyes lit up immediately, and she said, "Teacher, no matter what it is, I'm not afraid. You mustn't feel it's a pity."
Song Xiaodong then opened his eyes, looked at Lu Yaobing, shook his head, and said, "No, no, this method won't do."
"Teacher, what on earth is it? You can't leave me hanging like this." Lu Yaobing shook Song Xiaodong's hand anxiously a few times.
Song Xiaodong coughed lightly and said, "Nothing, nothing, I'm just being random in my thoughts."
