“I’m here to learn Tai Chi. I’m tired from studying and want to catch up on my sleep.”
After Jiang Qin finished speaking, he suddenly thought: “Little rich woman, do you like hot pot?”
Feng Nanshu drooled with a cold look on his face: “Jiang Qin, I want to eat hot pot.”
“Not now. I haven’t even bought the pot yet. I’ll call you after I buy it. Of course, if you’re too busy, forget it.”
“I’m not busy. I have nothing to do. I want to eat hot pot.”
“Okay, it’s settled then.”
Jiang Qin adjusted his posture: “I’ll take a nap for a while. Just watch me and don’t let the senior sister sneak away for me.”
Feng Nanshu pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to cover him from the ray of sun that hit him from above.
However, poor posture meant that he couldn’t sleep for long. Within twenty minutes, Jiang Qin opened his eyes. The little rich woman was still sitting next to him, chatting with Gao Wenhui.
He stretched out his hand to support the edge of the chair, sat up, and suddenly made a squeaking sound.
“Why did you choose to sleep here?” Gao Wenhui heard his movements and asked.
Jiang Qin yawned and said sleepily: “I came to class, but I didn’t sleep well last night, so I wanted to catch up on some sleep.”
“The sun is out in the west, and you actually have classes?”
Jiang Qin opened his slightly closed eyes: “What are you talking about? I’m a student. What do students do if they don’t go to class?”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’re still a student. I guess your student ID card and school badge have been lost somewhere, right?” Gao Wenhui hit the nail on the head.
“Xiao Gao, I hate your self-righteous humor.”
Gao Wenhui reached out and handed out the racket: “Do you want to play a game with Feng Nanshu?”
Jiang Qin waved his hand: “If I have the strength, I will do Tai Chi. Anyway, I can earn some credits.”
“Why are you so tired?”
“If you wake up earlier than a chicken, go to bed later than a dog, and make money day and night, even an iron man will feel tired.”
Jiang Qin got up, stretched, whispered into Feng Nanshu’s ear, then got up and got out of the auditorium, heading outside the stadium.
A hint of joy flashed in the little rich woman’s eyes, and she packed up her racket and planned to leave.
“What did Jiang Qin tell you?”
Feng Nanshu put the racket on his back: “He said he would take me to take a shower later.”