At noon in Xia Jiayu, a message popped up at an inappropriate time on Cheng Yanxi's cell phone. Take it out and look at it. If it sounds good, it's news; if it sounds bad, it's a notice. The note clearly showed Mr. Yan who had just been ridiculed.
-Take everyone to Jiacheng University at nine o'clock on Saturday.
Cheng Yanxi raised his eyebrows, and casually sent a screenshot of the message to the small group with only the four of them. Then he threw the phone away, showing a graceful arc, and landed in the back seat of the car. A sudden thought occurred to him, and he climbed into the back seat to retrieve the phone.
I don't know the word count either, I'll just count it wherever it's written.
Intention: None
