Li Qingrong glanced at him and slightly tilted her head.
This counted as a greeting.
Jiang Nian nodded, acknowledging the gesture. After pondering for a moment, he decided to walk over to Li Qingrong.
"When did you arrive?"
"Not long ago, after roll call." Li Qingrong replied, "I followed you in and found the class."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian suddenly felt a bit startled.
"Why didn't you call me?"
"Sleepy."
Jiang Nian: "..."
"Where's your sister?"
Li Qingrong turned her head and glanced at him.
"Don't know."
Jiang Nian discreetly glanced at the class president and skipped over this topic. There was really not much going on, so he prepared to slip away.
"Alright, then I'll just..."
Suddenly, Li Qingrong handed him a pen.
"Here's a spare for you."
"Tha... Thanks." Jiang Nian took it; it was a pen Li Qingrong often used, "I actually need one."
"Hmm."
