That voice called out a few more times, then finally quieted down.
The boy pulled off his headphones, pricked up his ears to listen for a moment, the corner of his mouth tugging into a cold sneer, then he shoved the headphones back in and continued doing problems.
Chuzheng took out a piece of paper from the drawer, wrote a sentence on it, and placed it in the very center.
The boy doing his homework kept writing, and the paper lying on the desk didn't change at all.
Do I have to wait until after midnight?
Bored out of her mind, Chuzheng watched. The scene she thought would disappear in half an hour stayed exactly the same, not vanishing even when it was past midnight.
The boy didn't go eat either. After brushing through a ton of problems, he hugged his phone and replied to a few messages, then just stared blankly at a book.
