"Mm-hmm." Jiang Nian responded casually, focused on his test paper, "I'll go in a bit."
Hearing this, Li Qingrong didn't say anything else. She just lowered her head to look at a magazine bought by Cai Xiaoqing, passing the time.
Ten minutes passed, and she lifted her head.
Curiously, she glanced at Jiang Nian in the front row, then at her wristwatch, and reached out to poke his back.
"Are you done?"
"Almost, just about." Jiang Nian was still scribbling quickly.
After another seven or eight minutes, he finally put down his pen. After admiring for a while, he suddenly remembered that the class monitor had asked him to have a meal.
He turned his head and saw Li Qingrong looking up too.
"Shall we go?"
"Mm." Li Qingrong stood up indifferently, leaving her seat, "What test paper were you writing just now?"
"Math." Jiang Nian followed her out of the classroom and turned his head, "You don't have to comment, thanks."
Li Qingrong pursed her lips, her cool expression rippling.
