"Sorry, I overestimated myself."
A few people in the classroom looked up upon hearing this, staring at Li Hua in shock, only to see his face filled with moisture.
Jiang Nian pointed at him, making a Zhen Zidan gesture.
Just as he was about to laugh, his phone vibrated with a buzz, and the class monitor replied. He instantly lost interest in talking about Li Hua and eagerly opened the message.
Li Qingrong: "You didn't wear pants."
Huh?
Jiang Nian was thunderstruck, thinking for a moment. He realized he probably didn't wear them last night, just crawled into bed in his boxers.
He laid his head on the desk, typing a message with both hands under the desk.
"No way, Qingqing, did you lift my covers in the middle of the night?"
Li Qingrong: "No."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian was utterly puzzled. Just as he was about to send something else, his mind buzzed again.
He paused for a moment, then activated the system.
