"I'm tired."
"Given up."
"Can't compete anymore."
Lin Nianhe sprawled on the classroom table, her chin resting on the oily handout, muttering something as her lips moved.
Zhao Haimei was copying manuscripts and looked up when she heard this, her eyes showing a hint of surprise: "Really? Are you serious?"
Lin Nianhe dropped her gaze, her long eyelashes trembling slightly: "Yeah, I'm done competing. Going out for an exchange for two months, and then it's finals when I get back. Who could pass that?"
Zhao Haimei saw she looked a bit downcast and handed her the water bottle: "I'll take really good notes, and you can study them when you're back."
"Haimei, it's not just about the notes."
"Then what's the problem?"
"It's about how I can get them to reasonably extend for another month so I can skip my final exams."
Zhao Haimei: "..."
Lin Nianhe's words, she wouldn't believe even a pause in them now.
