Jiang Ning replied, "Immortal Technique."
Wei Zishan was silent for a while, "You must be joking, brother."
...
With nothing else to do, Jiang Ning chatted with her for a bit and then, too lazy to respond to messages, he set his phone aside. He didn't accept Wei Zishan's friend request.
As dusk fell, the sun was no longer scorching as it had been at noon.
Xue Yuantong had taken a nap, and after waking up, she drowsily rubbed her eyes and went to wash her face.
Then she ran next door to play with Chuchu, who had been on holiday these past couple of days, studying at home every day. As soon as she entered, Xue Yuantong saw that she was still studying.
She ran back home and on the way, stopped by Jiang Ning's room to grab a tablet.
"Jiang Ning, Dongdong from next door came back yesterday." She chatted while playing a game, and on the iPad's screen, a person with a jetpack was flying forward.
