"Hmm." Li Qingrong glanced back at him, then at the stationery pouch in the classroom, thinking about whether to toss it there.
"Let's go."
"Huh?" Jiang Nian was dumbfounded and pointed at the classroom where papers were still being collected. "If we leave now, won't you need your stationery pouch?"
"What about yours?"
"I was afraid people would come down later in droves, so I asked someone to help collect it." Jiang Nian spoke honestly, without a trace of reservation.
"Let's wait a bit, it won't take more than a few minutes."
Li Qingrong thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
"Okay."
The two stood together, with eyes from all directions almost like flying insects, constantly passing through the corridor.
Though nobody stared openly, their gazes quickly shifted.
"How was your Chinese exam?" Li Qingrong asked.
"Hard to say, I'd say... passable." Jiang Nian replied. "Probably still around a hundred, not much change."
She calculated quickly, her eyes slightly lowered.
