The evening reading began, and a few people in the class stood up lazily.
Jiang Nian loved observing Zhang Ningzhi when he had nothing else to do, staring----
Anyway, he finished his homework in the afternoon. Doing homework during class feels like doing side gigs during work; in short, it feels awesome.
Zhang Ningzhi noticed someone's gaze and was somewhat speechless.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm thirsty."
"Didn't you bring your own water?" Zhang Ningzhi glanced at him, no longer looking directly at him. "Just hold on if you don't have anything to drink, and get some after class."
In the end, the affection faded, and Jiang Nian, who couldn't freeload drinks anymore, felt uncomfortable all over.
"Share half of your lemon tea with me."
He no longer used imperative sentences, directly opting for declarative ones.
That's how mooching is. Whether or not there are any snacks, you just try your luck, even if it's already been drunk.
