Under the night sky, the rain threads grew more numerous.
Jiang Nian glanced back; the well-lit senior year teaching building was still clear in the rain. The vague outlines of umbrellas surged from afar towards the school gate.
Soon, Zhao Qiuxue arrived.
Xu Qianqian squeezed past Jiang Nian, holding hands with Song Xiyun as they huddled under the umbrella. Many people were pouring out, and the blue umbrella bobbed uncertainly.
Jiang Nian didn't go over but watched for a while, then took out his phone to pass the time.
Since the rain wasn't heavy, it didn't have much impact on the boarding students.
Chen Yunyun sent him a photo, apparently taken on the second floor of the cafeteria. Both girls seemed to have gotten wet but were laughing incessantly.
Swoosh, a message popped up.
"Left the umbrella in the dorm, didn't take it to the classroom, got all wet."
"Do you have an umbrella?"
No need to ask, she already confessed.
