Before evening self-study began, the classroom buzzed with noise.
After a day off, the students were especially full of energy. Quite a few boys were still huddled together, talking about the game they hadn't had enough of.
"Zihan, you're absolute trash! If you'd come sooner in that fight, we would've turned it around! I ulted five of them! Five!"
"I told you to wait for me, but none of you did! What, was I supposed to fly over and follow up on that ult?"
"Watch the replay! I saw you with my own two eyes, greeding for that wave!"
"I ulted five of them! Five!"
"All right, all right, record it and put it on your gravestone-"
Chen Shi'an filled his new cup with water and stood nearby, listening with interest.
At first, he'd thought they had gone off to fight. As it turned out, it had been a team fight in a game. Unfortunately, he didn't understand games either, but watching them turn red in the face as they shifted the blame was quite entertaining.
When he returned to his seat with his water, Lin Meng Qiu was already sitting there. The pajamas he'd seen her wearing that afternoon had been replaced by her ever-present blue-and-white school uniform, and her face once again wore that cool, unapproachable expression.
Seeing Chen Shi'an using the new cup she'd given him, the class monitor was very pleased.
But when she saw the bag of physics, chemistry, and biology textbooks he'd brought, her eyebrow rose. She was very displeased.
Lin Meng Qiu didn't even need to ask where that bag of books had come from. The familiar handwriting on the pages told her they were from that annoyingly chirpy Little Cicada of his.
*Couldn't you just stick to teaching him English? Why were