After the morning self-study session, a group of people gathered around.
"Jiang Nian, are you coming to buy some food?"
"No."
"Damn, both classes are English."
"Alright, let's go then, we can eat and come back." Jiang Nian leisurely got up, as calm and collected as an old artist.
Just about to leave, he suddenly noticed Zhizhi glancing at him from the desk.
Jiang Nian raised an eyebrow, "What's up?"
"Nothing," Zhang Ningzhi said, looking at him with one eye, muffled, "You guys are skipping class again; Qianbao will ask me about it."
"How can being ten minutes late be called skipping class?" Jiang Nian shrugged indifferently, "Skip class if we want to, as if Qianbao can kill me?"
Zhizhi: "... Then go ahead."
"Do you want me to bring you something to drink? I'll get it for you," Jiang Nian never forgets Zhizhi even when mooching, being a conscientious gang member, "How about milk? It helps you grow taller."
