Li Qingrong doesn't drink milk tea.
The class monitor has a cold disposition and doesn't like sweets.
But other than her cold personality and cold hands, everything else is warm. Jiang Nian can testify to this.
The first class in the afternoon is Chinese.
"Ah, let me tell you a few things, about tomorrow's New Year's Eve party..." Old Liu was rambling in class.
The students below sighed and complained the moment they heard "no leave" allowed.
The ones complaining the most were those few people.
"Chi Shi, I'm not feeling well tomorrow," Li Hua said hesitantly, "My throat is itchy, I might be getting a cold."
Useless, I'll give you a punch!
"You're all just talking big, but I really have something tomorrow," Lin Dong cried, "The event for skin giveaways is ending soon!"
Can't blame him, he really has something.
Compared to them, Jiang Nian seemed extremely calm.
