It was obvious Bi Xia had never learned how to open doors properly—you could tell just from how Yunhui had already kicked down the doors of both Class A in first and second year, plus however many times that bathroom door had been replaced after getting kicked in.
Watching the door crash to the ground, Ji Qiutang rubbed his chin, eyeing the boy who was still holding the post-kick pose. Then he smoothly drew his raised leg back, bent down just right, and patted the dust off his pant leg. That laid‑back, unruffled look of his even had a hint of laziness and nonchalance—he looked way too practiced at this.
"What are you staring at?" Bi Xia shot Ji Qiutang a sidelong glance. "Never seen anyone kick a door before?"
Ji Qiutang chuckled. "Nope. Never seen anyone this skilled at kicking doors."
"…" Expressionless, Bi Xia cut Ji Qiutang a side‑eye, then raised a hand and shoved him in front of her. "Quit yapping. You go first."
"Hm?"
