Zhou Jiayan pushed away the stool and held his chin with one hand. The other hand was leisurely playing with the pen in his hand. Then he turned his head and looked at Xia Shinian, and stopped the pen in his hand.
"What did she just tell you?"
"?"
"Who?"
Xia Shinian didn't look at Zhou Jiayan and focused on the English question.
"Sun Yan, didn't I just ask you to go to the office?"
"Oh, she didn't say anything, just some things about studying. Think about it, you were called to the office by the teacher before, what did the teacher say about you."
Xia Shinian replied like a machine.
"Got it."
The pen swayed gracefully and freely in Zhou Jiayan's slender and well-jointed hands. Xia Shinian closed the book and stretched before regaining consciousness.
"?"
"Why do you ask?"
Xia Shinian looked at Zhou Jiayan and asked in confusion.
"It's nothing, it's just a preparation for going to the office in the future."
Zhou Jiayan's spinning pen showed no intention of stopping at his fingertips.
"? Foreshadowing? Is it possible that you can predict when you will be called to the office?"
"Yeah, that's pretty much it."
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Concept: Ideal girl × rational boy