Shen Fangli asked during a break between the two of them running around the map, "Are you really going to stay here until the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday?"
Yan Xianjue answered with a nasal hum. "Mm-hmm."
Shen Fangli's expression immediately became conflicted. "Isn't it a little bad to take leave right after school starts?"
Not to mention asking Zhou Ye to help take attendance for him—she believed that as long as they were Yan Xianjue's teachers, there probably wasn't anyone who didn't know him.
Yan Xianjue was silent for less than half a second before decisively pulling up a screenshot of his class schedule on his phone.
He caged Shen Fangli between his arms and drawled beside her ear, "It's fine. We don't have many classes."
Not... many classes...
Shen Fangli theatrically covered her chest, feeling as though she had suffered a critical blow.
With Yan Xianjue's nearly empty schedule as proof, Shen Fangli genuinely felt that he could be pretty punchable sometimes.
Aside from the College English and Basic Computer classes Yan Xianjue had applied to be exempted from, she pointed at Physical Education and Ideological and Moral Cultivation and Legal Foundations. "Don't you still have these two classes?"
Yan Xianjue clicked his tongue dismissively. "Zhou Ye already got me leave from PE. He said military training wore me out."
It wasn't that he hadn't wanted to apply for exemptions from those two classes, but... the school had refused.
Yan Xianjue shook his head and sighed. "As for Ideological and Moral Cultivation, I already spoke to the professor. He gave me an online lecture video and told me to write a reflection after watching it, and that'll count as attending class."
A question mark slowly appeared over Shen Fangli's head. "You can do that?"
Yan Xianjue shrugged. "Oh, this professor