Qiao Ying returned to the dormitory, faced with a host of necks craning curiously behind her. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and sternly said, "Yang PeiMin is having dinner; she's busy and can't leave. However, she told me to come solve everyone's problems."
"Really?" This was unmistakably a tone of poorly hidden skepticism.
"What a shame. Anyway, we're taking the same train as her tomorrow, aren't we? It'd be perfect to ask her then."
"Exactly, that's right. Then I'll note down the questions now so we can ask her tomorrow."
"Hey, Xiao Yun, our question is the same, so I'll go ask…"
They completely ignored Qiao Ying's offer to 'help solve problems.'
Qiao Ying inwardly glared at this bunch of rascals.
