"Hmm?"
He turned his head and found that the person who patted him was the class monitor.
Li Qingrong was wearing a khaki coat today, with a high-necked black sweater underneath, her chest prominently raised.
Under the bright lights of the classroom, her flawless, cold features looked even paler against the black sweater.
Her eyes were gentle, and she glanced at Jiang Nian. Her voice showed no emotional fluctuation and she got straight to the point.
"Where did you go? Smells like alcohol."
The class monitor is really strong.
Zhang Ningzhi couldn't help but turn her head, thinking to herself that if she asked Jiang Nian, she'd definitely be too shy to ask directly, not being a class committee member herself.
Even as a desk mate, out of concern, she could only ask limited questions.
By then, he would surely deflect, then change the subject, brush it off, and that's the end of it.
The class monitor is different, so straightforward.
