After polishing off two bowls of rice at Chen Shi'an's place, the Class Monitor went home thoroughly satisfied.
Since Chen Shi'an had cooked lunch, Li Wanyin wouldn't let him wash the dishes, so he sat on the sofa watching TV with Fat Ink.
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He snatched Fat Ink's remote away and wouldn't let the cat change the channel.
Black Cat was domineering, and nobody but Chen Shi'an could take the remote away. Since changing channels wasn't an option, Fat Ink simply stopped watching, sprawling on the sofa with narrowed eyes for a snooze.
After tidying the kitchen, Li Wanyin dried her hands, hung up her apron, then washed a few green jujubes and brought them out.
"Meng Qiu went home?"
"Yeah, she said she was going back to take a shower and read."
"Then aren't you going to study, Shi'an? Didn't Meng Qiu say your monthly exams were coming up?"
"It's fine. I'll take a break over the weekend."
"...Huh, are these Meng Qiu's rackets?"
Coming out of the kitchen, Li Wanyin spotted the racket bag on the entryway cabinet and curiously picked it up for a look.
She had played badminton as a student too, but like most girls, she had only knocked the shuttle around in an open space, using the cheapest rackets the school provided. Just holding Lin Meng Qiu's rackets and looking them over, she could tell they weren't cheap.
Hearing her, Chen Shi'an turned from the sofa.
"The Class Monitor probably left them behind. I'll let her know."
He took out his phone and sent Lin Meng Qiu a WeChat message.
Chen Shi'an: [Class Monitor, you forgot your rackets.]
Ling: [...]
Chen Shi'an: [I'll bring them to evening self-study for you. Saves you making another trip.]
Ling: [Okay.]
Putting his phone down, Chen Shi'an