After breakfast, no one went out today; everyone stayed in the dormitory to prepare for the defense next Monday.
Shen Qinglan was the most relaxed one among them. She moved a chair to sit in the sun, holding a book in her hands, flipping through it casually.
"Qinglan, do you realize you're asking for enmity?" Yu Xiaoxuan said jealously, her hands still tapping away on the keyboard; she had only started on her paper today.
"Who told you to be lazy earlier on? Now you're anxious, aren't you?" Fang Tong teased leisurely.
"And how are you any better? Aren't you rushing your paper now too? Let's not ridicule each other when we're in the same boat," retorted Yu Xiaoxuan.
Fang Tong stopped talking.
Wu Qian had been silent all along, her mind seemingly elsewhere, occasionally glancing at her phone even though it had been turned off the whole time. No one understood the source of the perplexity on her face.