"Psst, psst—"
Since it was still self-study time in the evening, Lin Li had to make a sound like this after coming out from the back door of the classroom, trying to catch Chen Yu Ying's attention.
Zhang Haoyang heard the noise, turned his head, and upon seeing Lin Li, smiled and reached out to give him a high-five: "Damn, you're here too."
Missed—Lin Li ignored him.
After walking past, Lin Li turned back: "Hmm, Haoyang, did you just talk to me?"
"No, I never talk to sword graves," Zhang Haoyang smiled and shook his head.
Lin Li giggled. It was too far away, and Chen Yu Ying didn't hear it either, so he didn't continue to speed up. Instead, he put his arm around Zhang Haoyang's shoulders and asked:
"Haoyang, which of the three little pigs from the north do you think is the smart one who'd build a house with bricks?"
Zhang Haoyang: "?"
...
Office.
