The music box wasn't quiet, and lest she disturb the students who were in class, she dared not open it, simply holding it in her hand, unable to stop looking. Jiaojiao's action had Xiuxi wishing he could smack it right onto the ground.
In the past two years, he had not skimped on giving her gifts, but due to a lack of discerning taste, most of what he had given her was stuff Ruan Jiaojiao already had or had seen. Not like this music box which had just become popular. They weren't yet available for purchase in their city, and he didn't even know such a thing existed.
Once Ruan Jiaojiao reached Shu Jiao's office and saw that there were indeed no teachers inside, she sat down at Shu Jiao's desk, propped her chin on the edge of the table, and opened the music box to enjoy it.
"Xiuxi, listen, this song is so nice to listen to."
"It's not nice," said Xiuxi.
"What's not nice about it?" Ruan Jiaojiao disagreed.