The person in front, Shi Qianqian, suddenly remembered something and turned her head: "Speaking of which, the teacher signed you up for an offline cram class, and the instructor is from our school... hmm?"
Nan Zhubin: (.-ω-)zzz...
In the back seat of the car, the young consultant had already fallen asleep.
Shi Qianqian wrinkled her nose and glanced at Chonghui: "Is he always like this?"
How does this person fall asleep so easily?
"Young people." Chonghui shrugged.
Shi Qianqian gave him a look that said, "Are you serious?" After all, she and Nan Zhubin were the same age.
Chonghui added, "Plus, considering he did eight consultations in one go today... it's normal."
This could barely be considered a reason.
Ignoring her senior brother and sister's reactions, Nan Zhubin's consciousness had already sunk into the Dream Psychological Consultation Room.
He looked up to find glowing words on the computer screen in front of him—
