"Holy shit!"
"Isn't that Jiang Nian?"
A shout came from behind, and Ma Guojun and a few others called out to him, "What the hell are you doing, acting all moody here?"
Jiang Nian couldn't hold it in anymore, damn these bastards.
"My damn shoelace came undone."
"Did you mumble your way back to school at noon?" Li Hua seemed in good spirits; the afternoon was his forte.
"No." Jiang Nian muttered a vague response.
"Sigh, cross-school exams are inconvenient," Ma Guojun said, "Arts students get to stay at our school for exams, lucky them."
"Stop complaining." Lin Dong rubbed his forehead, "I went to the milk tea shop and there were a bunch of idiots comparing answers."
"Chinese?"
"Yeah, they kept discussing the theme of the essay."
"Essay! My essay!" Li Hua suddenly had a fit, clutching his head and crying, "I'm doomed in Chinese."
"Drop out," Jiang Nian said.
"Chi Shi!"
