Zhu Qianyu felt that she had recently walked into a whirlpool.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get out of it; instead, there was a tendency to sink deeper.
And this whirlpool is named Ji Huan.
"Little Bamboo, isn't today the basketball club activity day? Hurry, if we're late, the president will start scolding again!"
It's been a week since the last club activity, and Zhu Qianyu, who always actively participated, now slouched over her desk, lazily unwilling to move.
Under her friend's prodding and shouting, Zhu Qianyu reluctantly raised herself, slowly tidying up her textbooks that had been rumpled after resting on them for two classes.
"Zi Qing, you go ahead and help me take a leave."
Fang Ziqing leaned over, placing her palm on Zhu Qianyu's forehead, "Are you sick?"
