Zhao Qingheng: "Do you mind if I sit here?"
Su Nanzhi: "...Are you actually asking for my opinion?"
Before Zhao Qingheng could answer, Su Nanzhi added, "You really don't need to. This seat doesn't have my name on it."
Zhao Qingheng: "..."
The study session in the evening was actually shorter than their usual time at school. After Su Nanzhi yawned three times in a row, the bell signaling the end of the study session finally rang.
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Actually, after the study session ended, not many people immediately left.
The first person to stand up wasn't Su Nanzhi, as she was held back by the person next to her.
The first one to get up was a boy, who tidied up his desk with a flourish and promptly left the room.
Rustling sounds began to emerge in the classroom.
Voice around them started saying: "That's Shen Yiming for you, he really has his own style."
"Indeed, did my bro Shen get first in the prelims for nothing?"
"..."
