It's late at night, at the school gate.
Qianqian tilted her head, glanced at someone, and cut her voice lightly.
"The results will be out by Tuesday at the latest, hiding them is pointless."
"We'll talk later... are you admitting defeat on your own?" Jiang Nian looked at Qianqian, "Don't get upset again."
"Oh, did you score over one hundred and thirty in math?" She probed directly, trying to figure something out from Jiang Nian's face.
However, she failed.
Jiang Nian's face showed three parts of a smile, three parts of drowsy idiocy, two parts of high spirits, and two parts of dejection and frustration.
It was like playing with different masks, colorful and varied.
"What are you doing?" Qianqian was a bit speechless, "Aren't you afraid of turning your face into Kitano Takeshi's expressionless style with all those changes?"
Hearing this, Jiang Nian instantly returned to normal and pinched the soft flesh of Qianqian's arm.
