Bai Lian must have sensed them, as Jiang Fulai slightly lifted his head.
Perhaps finding Jiang He annoying, his eyes were as cold as frosty mountains, his thin lips tightly pursed, and his pale and frosty gaze swept over Pu Xiaohan and Zhang Shize.
Zhang Shize passed the beverage in his hand to Bai Lian.
Feeling the gaze and lifting his head, his footsteps halted.
You see, Zhang Shize never liked listening to his deskmate's conversations because most of the time he couldn't understand them. At those moments, Zhang Shize would feel like the 'idiot' Pu Xiaohan referred to.
But—
The person in front.
That person didn't even need to speak, just a glance.
Yes, just like now, a single glance was enough for Zhang Shize to feel like an idiot.
"Ah," said Zhang Shize, looking at Pu Xiaohan and Bai Lian with an expressionless face, "I'm going to play basketball."
He quickly fled the battleground.
With sheer nerve, Pu Xiaohan greeted Jiang He, "Xiaoniao."