Jiang Nian handed the phone back to Yao Beibei, "Your test paper is all yellow, how could I copy it?"
"Hmph, you're the yellow one!"
Yao Beibei took the phone and left, too lazy to chat. Old foxes of the same age don't bother with pleasantries.
"Remember to check for Zhizhi, she's afraid to use the phone."
"Hmm..." Jiang Nian fell into contemplation, just got appointed as class president, do I really have to choose between two things?
"Log in for you then."
"Huh?" Zhang Ningzhi opened her eyes wide at him, a bit hesitant, "But, class is about to start."
"Chinese class, what's there to be afraid of?" Jiang Nian didn't care, handing it over, "Lao Liu spends the first ten minutes slacking off."
"Well, you're right..." Zhang Ningzhi took it, bowed her head, and began entering the password, "Let me know when the teacher comes."
"OK."
Zeng You turned his head, looking back. This conversation feels strangely familiar, isn't this what I often say?
