"Of course! Let him dare underestimate me."
Mu Anran took a long time to calm her emotions, "Hmm, keep it up."
Nie Xiaoxun flipped her hair proudly, "Don't worry."
As she spoke, she glanced down at her watch, "Hey, Uncle Wang, take a right and circle around before heading to school."
Uncle Wang asked doubtfully, "Miss, that way is the long way around. If we go that way, we'll definitely be late."
A sly look flashed in Nie Xiaoxun's eyes, "That's exactly what I want—to be late."
***
"Ding-dong, ding-dong—"
The class bell rang, and Gu Yichen stepped up to the podium.
His sharp gaze swept around the classroom, not finding those two familiar figures.
He pushed his glasses up, his voice deep and pleasant, "Before we start the class, let's do a roll call."
One by one, he called out names, almost none absent.