Song Shize, that guy, may have lacked many qualities, but he had a particularly heavy playful streak.
The next day, without so much as a greeting, he stood up his old man and hopped on the bus to F University with Ruan Ruan.
Thanks to thorough preparations, Qingran and Xie Ying'an weren't too nervous.
Even Li Qingmo, who had broken sixty-seven pens the day before and rushed through homework until midnight, wasn't too anxious, still finding the leisure to complain about the bumpy bus ride and occasionally slapping Xie Ying'an on the back.
"Why are you sitting next to Li Qingran? Shouldn't that seat be mine?" Li Qingmo didn't realize until the bus was halfway there.
Xie Ying'an placated him like a child: "Li Qingran and I are in the same class, so naturally I sit with her."
Li Qingmo, the simpleton, actually nodded, thinking it made sense.
Qingran didn't want to deal with her simpleton brother, so she decided to close her eyes and pretend to sleep.
