"No, I just... just..." Qianqian struggled a little, her voice growing weaker.
"Just what?"
Qianqian stubbornly said, "I ate too much, need to digest."
"Then why are you running?"
"Because... it helps me digest faster."
"Sit down."
"Okay." Qianqian obediently followed.
Seeing the situation was not looking good, Song Xiyun became even more obedient, sitting on a small plastic chair and playing a mobile game.
Originally wanting to farm, it seems there's no hope for that now.
Who told him to score 682?
Jiang Nian finished the night snack in the plastic bowl in a few mouthfuls and then got up to call the two girls to go home.
Along the way, he did not mention the bet, just casually chatted.
"You didn't make it to the top ten?"
"Yeah." Song Xiyun nodded and made a gesture, "I was a little short on the score."
That's enough, don't insult Han.
Oh, damn!
"That's a pity, there were sticker photos," Jiang Nian said, "For the top fifty, you can only be below me."
