After evening self-study, there were too many people, the hallway was like a sardine can.
Jiang Nian didn't have time to look more, he casually closed the task panel. Following the crowd slowly downstairs, in the third-floor corridor, Qianqian was already waiting.
She stood there with her backpack, her high ponytail clean, her cheeks fair. Her slim figure wrapped in a thin school jacket, attracting glances now and then.
"Jiang Nian, I'm not returning your money."
"Why?"
"Talking about money hurts our relationship, so I've decided to give you a Math workbook instead."
"Qianqian…" Jiang Nian's mouth twitched slightly, reaching out to grab her, "Come here, let me show you something good."
She dodged, turning and running back to her classroom.
"What are you doing, acting like a hooligan? I'll tell Aunt Li!"
The two chased and played for a bit at Class Three's door.
