"I can't hold it in any longer, goodbye, teacher."
Rushing into the classroom and sitting down, Sun Zhicheng hadn't caught his breath yet when he saw the milk tea on the desk.
"Who gave it to me?"
Lin Dong turned his head and explained.
"Oh, Brother Nian treated our group to it."
Jiang Nian?
Sun Zhicheng was stunned. He craned his neck and saw that both Chen Yunyun and Wang Yuhe also had milk tea on their desks. He felt a bit uncomfortable—if he'd known, he would have treated everyone first.
He craned his neck again to look over at Jiang Nian, seeing him still chatting with Zhang Ningzhi.
Damn, underachieving guy.
No, why am I in this tone? I should be glad to see it.
Speed up, speed up!
Find someone to date besides Chen Yunyun, stop messing around.
Thinking this, he took a sip of the milk tea.
Actually, it's pretty good, no matter that it was given by Jiang Nian, it doesn't change the taste.