Jiang Yu didn't speak and even stopped eating his rice noodles, freeing up a hand to touch his forehead.
Hu Zhihai paused and asked, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Yu shook his head and said with a look of doubt, "You're not having a fever. What's with you talking nonsense like that?"
Hu Zhihai: "..."
After breakfast, Hu Zhihai didn't linger in the dining hall. He quickly grabbed his backpack and rushed outside; the library was about to open soon, and he needed to get to the study room to claim a spot. If he went late, chances are the seats would be occupied by books and cups.
No matter which school you're in, there are always those who occupy a place and do nothing; he wasn't afraid of being turned into stinking meat.
After Hu Zhihai left, Jiang Yu noticed it was still early. He was planning to go for a walk before it got too hot outside when suddenly his phone rang in his pocket.
He took out his phone and saw the call was from Xiong Bingsheng.
