"No way."
"Alright, then help me write down my exam number." Jiang Nian backed off and made a simpler request.
"Hmph, you're just lazy." Zhang Ningzhi saw right through him, angrily got up, and reluctantly went to copy the exam number.
She hadn't really memorized her own exam number either.
Just before the bell rang, Li Qingrong came into the classroom at the last minute. Seeing the thermal bag in the drawer, she couldn't help but glance at Jiang Nian.
"Thanks."
Jiang Nian waved his hand, "You're welcome."
Zhang Ningzhi heard the noise, turned to look at the class monitor. Her eyes fell on the soy milk, and she pursed her lips.
It seems like he brings it for everyone.
Jiang Nian didn't know that, in Zhizhi's mind, he had already been labeled as a delivery person and it was noted down.
Li Qingrong lowered her eyes, took a bag of nut snacks out of her bag.
"For you."
"Thanks, haha." Jiang Nian accepted it without guilt, labor exchanged for food, "I actually love these."
