An intramural basketball tournament? [Second update]]
Bai Qingxia sat at her desk with her hands clasped, her gaze shifting between Lu Yuanqiu's profile and Tan Le's face.
It was her first time hearing anything like this, and she found it rather novel.
Just then, Lu Yuanqiu, who was leaning against the desk, turned to give her a strange look. Bai Qingxia hurriedly hid her smile and lowered her head.
"Are you nuts?" Lu Yuanqiu shook off Tan Le's hand.
"Can reading this stuff improve your grades? What good does it do besides making the graders sick?"
Tan Le frowned. "Don't interrupt. I've got more. Nine said to three, 'When I divide myself by you, all I get is you...'"
"Get lost!"
"...Lu Yuanqiu, why are you so boring?"
"You're a four."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Divide you by two, and you're still a two-a complete idiot."
"Oh, learned to apply what you've learned, have you?"
As though something had occurred to him, Lu Yuanqiu ignored Tan Le and instead turned to the girl sitting behind him with her head lowered. "I'm one, and you're zero."
Bai Qingxia lifted her dewy eyes, framed by long, curled lashes, and shyly held her hands against her chest. "What does that mean...?" she asked softly.
She could pretty much guess it would be another strange line.
Lu Yuanqiu said, "Without you, nothing means anything."
Bai Qingxia froze for a moment, then hurriedly lowered her head, her earlobes bright red. She picked up her pen and began scribbling and crossing things out on her scratch paper. Who knew what she was doing? She was simply very busy all of a sudden.
Fine, that was a little lame.
Lu Yuanqiu turned back, only to suddenly stiffen as he felt someone beside him staring at him