"Xiao Yu, do you want to make some pork rib soup?" Luo Qianqian whispered to He Wenyu.
Ever since Tang Chen had arrived, there seemed to be fewer things around. The countdown to the college entrance exam had quickly begun. Luo Shufan was actually doing okay; his mock exam results were good and his studies solid. But Bai Yizhu was practically trying to kill himself with effort because he had heard that the better the university, the higher the quality of the girls—beautiful and intelligent, and not the type to settle for just anyone. Bai Yizhu thus began to work like mad, and indeed, he saw results as his mock exam scores improved each time.
"Forget it, Brother Zhuzi loves pig trotters and soybean soup..."
"No way, soybeans make you fart. What if he gets diarrhea again? Is he going to move his desk into the bathroom? A little porridge in the morning will be good enough." Luo Qianqian repeatedly shook her head.