"How was it?"
On the dimly lit Zhennan Street, the night wind howled.
"Why?" Qianqian asked.
"Maybe you guys should go," Song Xiyun hesitated, "I have... a pile of test papers I haven't finished."
"That's not okay." Jiang Nian couldn't hold back and felt he was being a bit abstract. "Anyway, it's just a meal."
"Strange things mean something's up." Qianqian affirmed.
Song Xiyun: "Indeed."
"Are you guys really seeing me like this?" Jiang Nian felt defeated, but the system task was right there.
"Who told you to act so suspiciously all the time?" Qianqian couldn't help but roll her eyes.
But she thought for a moment and didn't directly refuse.
"We'll see."
"Alright." Jiang Nian didn't get discouraged. Time was tight lately, but he should manage to schedule a meal.
Girls can be easily convinced; just bring it up a few more times.
He already had the pattern sorted out. He had precisely restored the whole design using the clues he found.
