"No."
Song Xiyun lowered her eyes; the curve of her eyes was stunning, with the soft yellow light flickering on her face.
There was a delicate and charming beauty, a kind of quaint allure. She pouted slightly as she turned, looking especially cute.
"You... just co in first."
"Sure, I was going to anyway." Jiang Nian stepped inside, accidentally bumping Song Xiyun's shoulder.
"Uh..."
"It's fine." Song Xiyun shook her head.
"Okay."
The three of them already got along very well. Little bumps weren't awkward anymore; they were used to being around each other.
Daily check-ins were indeed useful.
Jiang Nian had almost made a habit of it. As long as it wasn't too late, he'd typically make ti to drop by and sit for a while.
Even if it was just to say a few words or lend a small hand.
Xu Qianqian lay watching TV, holding a booklet in her hand, reciting while watching.
Hearing the noise, she put down the booklet.
"Co over; I'll show you sothing good that Mom gave . You'll thank after hearing it."
Jiang Nian: "..."
Still having too much fun with this role.
But a good thing is definitely worth seeing.
"What is it, so secretive?" He walked over and simply sat on the edge of the sofa.
They were close together, making Xu Qianqian instantly uncomfortable. She looked like a boiled shrimp, curling up on the sofa.
She wanted to get up but inevitably would bump into him.
Even more embarrassing.
She thought about it and decided not to move, instead maintaining this posture until Jiang Nian left of his own accord.
"It's a Chinese answering technique manual, hurry up and check it out."
"Why are you in such a rush?" Jiang Nian flipped through. "If you're in a hurry to pee, just go yourself."
"Why take the booklet along? It's not like it's the college entrance exams tomorrow."
Xu Qianqian: "..."
"Too lazy to talk to you, just hurry and look at it." She grumbled, "It's from a senior teacher."
"Who?"
Jiang Nian was slightly taken aback and stopped teasing her, turned to ask, "Your Chinese teacher?"
"Of course not, it's a teacher from City Second Middle School." Xu Qianqian huffed twice, wanting to sit up straight.
"It's quite decent, really useful." Jiang Nian turned around, seemingly by coincidence, interrupting her motion.
Xu Qianqian was annoyed but couldn't say anything.
"Obviously!"
Her tense abdon dropped again, as she lay back on the sofa, feeling frustrated.
Song Xiyun ca over, glanced around, and returned to her room.
"I'm going to shower."
"Oh."
"Okay."
The two responded one after another; once the door closed, silence returned to the living room, leaving only the rustling sound of pages.
Xu Qianqian was zoning out, then snapped back to reality.
No, that's not right!
Why am I waiting here! It's all because of this person blocking from getting up, so she gave him a shove.
"Move over! I want to get up! This posture is uncomfortable."
"Go ahead."
"You're blocking ; how can I get up!"
Song Xiyun ca out and saw the two of them playing around. She couldn't help but laugh, grabbed her clothes, and drifted into the bathroom.
"Let go!"
"You let go first!!"
The two of them were already tangled together; Xu Qianqian's stamina was weak, and she was panting after struggling for a minute.
"Alright, I'll let go as long as you don't kick ." Jiang Nian hesitated for a mont.
"Okay."
"Three, two, one..."
"Hey!! You cheat!" Jiang Nian got up and fled, taking the Chinese booklet with him on the way.
Xu Qianqian was speechless for a while and lay back on the sofa. She picked up her phone, played for a bit, then turned over again.
No matter how she lay, it didn't feel quite right.
So she picked up her phone, found soone, and angrily sent a ssage, "Where's the Chinese booklet, return it to now!"
Bzzz!!
Jiang Nian sent it back to her.
Xu Qianqian laughed in exasperation; this person remained as shaless as ever.
....
The next day.
At six-thirty, the whistle echoed through the North District. In a certain girls' dormitory on the fifth floor of Building 2, the girls lazily washed up.
"Gurgle!!" Wang Yuhe spat out a mouthful of toothpaste foam water, looking completely listless.
The sunlight outside the window was warm; the humidity in the air was sowhat excessive.
"Why are they blowing whistles downstairs?" She mumbled indistinctly, "It's not like... it's not like they're going to catch us and write down nas."
"Does writing down nas still have any effect now?" Chai Muying hopped down directly from the second last rung of the iron rack.
"Even if it doesn't, we still have to go to class." Chen Yunyun slipped on a pair of jeans, standing with legs both long and straight.
Chai Muying looked at Chen Yunyun and then at Wang Yuhe who was looking up to wash up, couldn't help but express admiration.
"Your legs are so long."
Wang Yuhe found it odd, wandering over while brushing her teeth, "Your legs aren't short either."
"That's what people say..." Chai Muying muttered a couple of words, but didn't bother to say more, knowing she couldn't swap legs.
Amidst laughter, they followed the crowd downstairs.
It's Saturday.
In Class Three, the red number leading the countdown to the college entrance exams on the blackboard officially changed from 2 to 1.
Nineteen days.
Jiang Nian was fairly well-behaved today; during morning study, he wasn't fiddling with his legs. He held the Chinese booklet, reciting bit by bit.
"What's this?" Zhang Ningzhi asked curiously.
"It's a Chinese booklet with so answering techniques." Jiang Nian shared openly; this was material that everyone at the City Second Middle School had.
It was pretty comprehensive in Zhen Nan, considered mature material.
"Let see." Zhang Ningzhi took it and flipped through it for a while, "This template looks quite good."
She was strong in Chinese, so she was intrigued.
"Can I borrow it to photocopy?"
"Sure."
Jiang Nian nodded. The booklet had only five or six pages in total, summarized concisely but not exactly a secret formula.
After all, with Chinese, it was all about the condition.
Forget a formula; even if you've done a few true mock tests up close, ultimately how things turn out still depends.
"What, what?" Li Hua loved to join in the fun, peeking in, "Photocopy a copy for too."
"Call dad."
"Chi Shi!!"
After a tally, Zhang Ningzhi needed to photocopy several copies. It's a tradition in the group: sharing resources.
Zhang Ningzhi asked Zeng You curiously.
"Don't you want one?"
Zeng You shrugged nonchalantly, "The leader's going to photocopy it, so I'll just look at his copy."
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