"Wanna play some basketball?"
All four of them were working part-time at the library, helping to ease the burden at home.
Over the years, Zhang Feng had chatted with them a few hundred sentences.
99% of those were, "Could you bring me some food, please?"
Since he read books every day, he tried to save every bit of time he could.
Most of the time, Zhang Feng asked them to bring him food and treated his "junior colleagues" in return.
But they had also reciprocated, proving themselves to be sincere people.
"No, thanks." Seeing these familiar faces approach, Zhang Feng shook his head, "I've relaxed enough and am planning to read some more books.
Let's see if there's anything interesting left in the library."
"You've been reading for more than two years, haven't you? Still not enough?" The leading boy invited Zhang Feng, "Come on, old weirdo, once school starts, we'll be busy with our studies. We might quit our library jobs, and our chances to meet will be less."
