"Lastly, if you want to hear anyone from our school badmouth Chi Ning, you've picked the wrong target. No one would slander someone who can help improve your grades at a key high school."
She flicked her braid, lifted her chin, and shot Li Qiuhe a glance. "Hurry up and go get the questions."
Li Qiuhe said, "Oh, okay."
The two walked upstairs side by side. After holding it in for a while, Li Qiuhe asked, "What major are you planning to study? I heard your English is especially good?"
The Class 2 monitor paused. "I'm planning to enter politics."
They chatted idly along the way, then returned to their class's viewing area carrying a huge stack of test papers and books.
Li Qiuhe wanted to hand the books to Chi Ning, only to discover that Chi Ning was no longer in the front-row seats.
He looked around and finally spotted Chi Ning beside the most secluded ping-pong table.
The boy was resting his head on his hand, while Qin Heng, Class 18's school bully, stood beside him.
Li Qiuhe froze, afraid Chi Ning was being bullied, and immediately wanted to go over and separate them.
The moment he took a step, Qin Heng looked over. It was only a casual glance, yet it felt like a steel nail pinning him in place.
Li Qiuhe did not dare move.
He clutched the copy of Medical Anthropology, caught between advancing and retreating.
Then, the instant Chi Ning looked up, Qin Heng's expression changed completely. He was more professional than an heir to Sichuan opera face-changing.
Qin Heng smiled. "I knew you'd be cold."
He shook out a pure black casual jacket, smoothed it flat, and laid it over Chi Ning's legs. "How's this?"
Chi Ning paused. The inside of the jacket