"Liam Woody," Jas Black replied.
"Which ’wu’? The ’wu’ from ’pitch-black’?" Jane Sampson asked with an open mouth.
Jas Black took a deep look at Jane Sampson, "Did you waste over a decade of education? For over ten years, has the teacher taught you nothing but the phrase ’pitch-black’?"
"..." She really knew how to seize every opportunity to scold her.
Jane Sampson touched her nose tip and changed her question, "Is it the ’wu’ from ’cloud’?"
"Add an ear next to it," Jas Black said.
"Oh~" Jane’s tone carried out long as her fingers swiftly searched the phone book.
She rembered the na Liam Woody.
Jane Sampson indeed found Liam Woody’s phone number in Jas Black’s phone book, copied it, and directly sent it from Jas Black’s WhatsAPP to her own. After sending it, she sneakily deleted the chat history.
After sending it, Jane Sampson confird once more, "Instructor Woody doesn’t have a girlfriend, right?"
"Hm," Jas Black always felt that Jane Sampson was chatting strangely; when did this girl beco so curious about other people’s affairs?
"That’s great," Jane Sampson praised casually, then logged into Jas Black’s WhatsAPP.
Unlike WhatsAPP, Jas Black’s WhatsAPP friends were not too many.
But his groups were organized neatly.
One group for friends.
One group for classmates.
One group for teammates.
Jane Sampson clicked through the teammates’ group and paused when she saw an account nad ’black face.’ She curiously clicked in and found that it was Liam Woody’s WhatsAPP account, and this ’black face’ was not his nickna but the note Jas Black had assigned to him. Liam Woody’s WhatsAPP nickna was his real na.
Jane Sampson held back her laughter and repeated the praise she just made, "That’s really great!"
The sa phrase spoken only seconds apart carried completely different anings.
Jas Black’s eyebrows furrowed, and since he was driving, he didn’t pay much attention to Jane Sampson’s facial expressions.
Jane Sampson sent Liam Woody’s WhatsAPP to her own as well, and once again, deleted the chat history.
After doing all this last night, Jane Sampson did not return the phone to Jas Black imdiately but started playing with it, entering his Myspace.
Like his WhatsAPP Monts, his Myspace was clean. Not to ntion logs; there were no monts at all.
The one she had sent from his phone previously had been set to private by him, invisible to others.
As Jane Sampson scrolled through Jas Black’s space, she rembered that she hadn’t added Jas Black’s WhatsAPP account yet.
Although she didn’t use WhatsAPP too often.
Add him! Add him!
Jane Sampson swiftly used Jas Black’s WhatsAPP to add her own and didn’t plan to let him know. Next ti, if she annoyed him and got her WhatsAPP blacklisted by him, she could still pester him through WhatsAPP.
After sending the friend request, Jane Sampson sneakily pulled out her own phone and accepted the friend verification. Then she quickly set her na to ’little beauty’ on his account, casually sorting herself into the classmates’ group.
After all was done, Jane Sampson returned to Jas Black’s Myspace.
Looking at his cold, sparse space, she thought for a mont and then started editing a new mont.
My ho, daddy Black says you can’t use ’pitch-black’ to describe his protégé’s surna; it’s not the pitch-black ’wu’, neither is it the cloud ’wu’. It’s a ’wu’ with a cute little ear!
Having edited the text, Jane Sampson subconsciously wanted to add an emoticon pack, so she directly clicked into the album out of habit.
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