"Besides, being upset after failing an exam is also a psychological issue."
Dong Que was like a dreamer awoken by a single sentence, thinking that although the group leader was eccentric, he was indeed sharp.
Such an odd angle could be found by him.
But just crying to the Psychological Commissioner over a failed exam might seem too manipulative, a different excuse was needed.
On the other side, Jiang Nian was already home.
He put down his backpack and spread the test papers he needed to work on across the desk.
He glanced at his phone; it was still early. So he went to the kitchen, grabbed some stuff, and headed to Qianqian's place across the street.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Coming." Qianqian dashed to open the door, flashing a sweet smile, "Welcome back, Master Chef."
Jiang Nian, a bit speechless, thought her shift from arrogant to respectful was amusing.
"Lead the way then."
