In the back row, Xu Jinyan, who had been secretly eavesdropping on the conversation between the two, quietly picked up her phone and sent Xu Jiayan a message: "Bro, I've got some important intel about Jiang Xiaoyuan."
Xu Jiayan: "Speak!"
Xu Jinyan: "Um, I haven't finished my thousand-word self-reflection essay yet, so..."
Xu Jiayan: "Five hundred words, finish it tomorrow and show it to me."
Xu Jinyan: "Deal!"
"She saw that photo too. But now she isn't even angry, well, it's not that she isn't angry, she's just overly calm, I think that's a very dangerous sign."
Xu Jinyan looked at the girl and couldn't help but think: the calm before the storm.
He felt that Jiang Xiaoyuan currently looked exactly like those words.
Xu Jiayan held his phone, his brow furrowing tighter as he read the chat history.
"What happened?" Xu Fang, seeing this, couldn't help but ask.
He felt that his classmate was behaving very oddly today.
