"This talk is toxic," successfully blocked out Jiang Shuyao and Fang Wei's busy memorizing voices.
Of course, it also seemed like a curse.
He Shumiao comfortably lay down on the bed, briefly reviewed the contents of her studies before closing her eyes, then peacefully slipped into a lovely dream.
"What time is it now?"
"Eight o'clock."
Being able to fall asleep at eight, the class president's sleep quality is truly enviable to the point of jealousy.
Fang Wei turned her head and asked, "Are we still memorizing?"
Jiang Shuyao closed her book, "We are the successors of socialism, we should concentrate on our studies."
Oh.
Memorizing for an entire week, the outcomes couldn't possibly be determined in just one night.
Jiang Shuyao packed up her books, took out her pajamas from the closet to prepare for a shower, and when she passed by the empty bed next to her, she paused briefly, then turned back to put the clothes away.
