"Ignore her, she's just jealous."
Shi Nuan winked and made faces.
Nianyang, holding ginger brown sugar tea, laughed so hard her face bloomed with smiles.
Meanwhile, in the coach's dormitory, Li Tingyan was sleeping in a bunk with a group of burly men, he was on the lower bunk.
The person who delivered the ginger brown sugar tea to Nianyang reported the situation to him, confirming that Nianyang had received it.
Li Tingyan, who was supposed to be "headache-ridden," suddenly sat up like a carp and then took out his phone to send a text to Nianyang.
He typed a line: "Did you receive the ginger brown sugar tea?"
Feeling the tone was a bit humble, he changed it to, "Received?"
Hmm, not good, too unclear. What if Nianyang doesn't get it?
After thinking a bit, he went with, "Ginger brown sugar tea sent to you."
No, a bit too obnoxious?
Li Tingyan scratched his head for at least three hours before finally sending,
