"Hmm?"
Jiang Nian was taken aback and glanced again at Qingbao.
"What do you know how to do?"
"Guitar." Qingbao looked up, her eyes lost in reminiscence, "Back in university, I even participated in the welcome party."
"That impressive?"
"But I didn't get selected."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian was immediately at a loss for words.
"That's really unfortunate then."
It seems Qingbao's skills aren't that great; she couldn't even get selected for the welcome party, probably a beginner's level.
"Teacher, what else can you do?"
"Teaching."
Jiang Nian remained silent, deciding not to ask further. He buried himself in marking papers for a while, only taking about ten minutes in total.
Before leaving, Qingbao waved at him.
But didn't get up.
Looking leisurely, like an old farmer sowing seeds with a carefree attitude. A diligent gardener? More or less the same meaning.
Why does Qingbao seem... lazier by the day?
Never mind, better mark it.
