In the afternoon, there was an English class.
Having to study English in college is indeed a headache.
The wine-red curtains blocked the glaring sunlight from outside, making the classroom somewhat dim and the projection screen at the front very clear. The middle-aged male teacher's deep voice, amplified by the speakers, beat against eardrums like a drum, yet some students still slept soundly.
Zhou Li sat next to Brother Nan, idly playing with his phone.
Tuanzi, having slept enough, crawled around under the desk, from Zhou Li's legs to Brother Nan's, glanced up at Baozi nearby, then turned and crawled back.
Yes, Baozi was also sitting next to them.
Perhaps her cousin's behavior earlier that day had made her feel closer to them. Or maybe she wanted to admire Lord Dumpling, or perhaps she hoped to have dinner with them again that evening. In any case, Baozi didn't sit at the front that afternoon and had joined them again.
