The girl sitting behind, Li Qingrong, looked up.
Her eyes towards Jiang Nian were deep and, it seemed, questioning a bit. She didn't quite understand what he wanted to say.
After waiting a few seconds, she watched Jiang Nian, who was stuck like a broken machine.
"Hmm?"
"Nothing, is there a weekly test tonight?" Jiang Nian skipped over the nickname, he almost called her "baby" but refrained at the last moment.
"Yes." Li Qingrong nodded.
In this age where language is devalued, "baby" can mean anyone. Just like Taobao customer service, everything can be "dear".
Its value is about as much as the Gold Yuan coupons during the Republic of China, measured by the pound in burlap bags.
Li Qingrong was clearly not the type to keep up with the language devaluation trend, for her "baby" might still hold its normal meaning.
