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"Look, I've said so much, cough cough." Song Yanning coughed, vehemently hinting at Gu Qingyuan.
"What's the matter, tuberculosis? If you've got something to say, spit it out. I've still got to go apply for a quota to research rare species!" said Gu Qingyuan, annoyed.
The two had been good friends for many years and were accustomed to mocking each other.
Song Yanning was good at everything else, but he was not straightforward when he spoke, hesitantly breaking what could be said in one sentence into two.
"Cough cough!" This time Song Yanning really choked, and upon hearing Gu Qingyuan's words, he spoke bluntly, "Old Gu, when you take your team on a field study, can you take me with you? I also want to experience what a Song dynasty merchant caravan was like."
"Sure!" Gu Qingyuan agreed readily. It was just the matter of a plane ticket, which the school would reimburse anyway.